It was a fabulous weekend of bloggy meet ups and kid soccer and dinner with friends involving a memorable slice of lemon meringue pie baked by the Mr, while wearing his heavy duty, seriously-working-now overalls (affectionately known around here as his tutu). I have since read the recipe and understand why one pie slice was enough. There is a limit to ‘delectable’ when you’re eating FOURTEEN eggs and SIX HUNDRED AND TWENTY GRAMS of butter. Apologies to the arteries of our friends who scored the leftovers.
In between all that business, there was the completion of an In Threes pink baby cardi for this sweet kiddo.
I scored a gorgeously long cuddle yesterday but it took three seconds to remember that weird rocking from side-to-side thing that you do, when standing holding a wee one and seven minutes to recall that hot water bottle effect of a small babe and twenty eight minutes to recollect that dull ache in the arm/back/neck. Waaaay out of training, I am.
I searched high and low – like, even beyond the button jar – for the perfect buttony accessories and it was all a case of ‘meh’. But there’s never anything ‘meh’ about Liberty fabric, so I set about making my own.
At one point the Mr spotted me making all fairy-like with stitchery and bits of wadding and fabric scraplets and pondered aloud whether there could be an easier way?
Of course there’s a million, but I used what I had to hand and I am entirely confident that these buttons will not come adrift, partly because they have been attached to the cardi with three hundred and sixty-seven stitches. Besides, I am more than happy to fairy-stitch Liberty fabric to the moon and back, for anyone who I think will appreciate it.
Speaking of appreciation, I cobbled together another pink thing this weekend. I’m confidently (sort of, with fingers crossed) declaring a mini-win. This is because the child is not slightly blue around the edges from cold. That scraplet of a scarf thing was worn almost all of Sunday and when it was taken off and then misplaced the kid actually came looking for it. Knock me over with a feather. Just goes to show what own-wool-choosing and button selecting and frilly bits do for kid co-operation and nearly-there seasonal dressing (one battle at a time, let’s overlook the t-shirt for now).
This morning, before kinder, the kid thanked me for the ‘hearty kiss’ (stitches attaching the button)...
...and then without pause wanted to know whether ‘sexing’ really was when a man lay under the bed and a lady lay on top?
Let the week begin.
PS. In Threes Baby Cardi ravelled here.
PPS. Pink Scraplet Thing = DK weight yarn, 26 stitch cast on, two stitch rib, (ss, yo, k) buttonhole and a crocheted picot edge thing. Clear as mud?
PPPS. The covered button tute I used has gone AWOL. It is a cyber mystery. This one is a little like it (although I think you get a cleaner finish with a lighter weight fabric and I also added a fabric backing). And if you’re after a speedier button covering method there are always those little addictive gizmos used to make these...