With all this February sunshine and heat, as well as a little third trimester energy thrown in, I thought it time that I started gathering and preparing for this coming babe. A line full of little whites and nappies in all it's simplicity is a very satisfying sight to behold I must say. Hanging out the washing I couldn't help but remember back to when Zahra was a babe and this was part of my daily rhythm. There's something beautiful and reassuring in these simple daily acts, like crispy, clean linen on a bed, freshly baked anything just out of the oven or a tidy seven year olds bedroom.
When I pulled the woolens out of their suitcase in the garage Zahra was intrigued by who had knit them and worn them. She's so full of questions about herself as a baby these days. She's taken to looking at her baby photos almost daily, practising with nappies on her dolls, swaddling them, settling them, rubbing my belly and making plans for all the things she's going to make and do with the baby. I think she's going to make a beautiful big sister. The woolens were knit by my Nanna, her Great Nan, who no longer knits due to her arthritis, and some CWA women from where I grew up. I cherish that Zahra wore something from three generations ago and this babe will share that too. I was also a little more than annoyed when I discovered that the moths thought these handknits made a tasty treat. Luckily it was only the one and with a little patience I managed to patch it. It's fiddly stuff that fingering weight wool.
They're all now folded and sorted into sizes waiting for that next nesting project to be completed!
Cxo
