A soft gown for a sweet angel

I can't express my thoughts and feelings. There are not words. It has been such an honor to be chosen to knit a sleeping gown, and a burial gown for such an amazing spirit. One that was much to strong for this world, so will be born still. The ache in my heart for my dear friend is so tangible I could touch it. She labors now. It won't be long before she brings this beautiful, perfect baby girl into the world. Her heart and soul will shatter as she returns her daughter back to the arms of her Mother Earth. She will heal physically, but her heart will never be fully whole again. Her arms will be burdened with emptiness. I have felt pain of my own through the loss of my 12 angels, but I have never experienced a loss so great. A living Christ hears her cries and feels her anguish. He has felt this exact pain. He is the only one to turn to that truly understands.

In the arms of an angel

And of course the buttons must be perfect

For that perfect little newborn dress. And these ones are.

Paula at PK's Design does all of my buttons for me. She sees my dreams. I give her a piece of yarn, and poorly explain my vision, and somehow she gets it perfect every. Single. Time. She hand makes each of these little buttons from Poly clay... or something like that. Whatever it is, she is amazing at it. .paugl4@AOL.com 801-641-7534 Delicious.

In love with this knit

It is rare that I really LOVE a finished knit. I like some OK, and I dislike a lot, but not very often is there a knit that turns out just exactly like I pictured it. This knit? It is just exactly like it should be. Delicate and perfect. And I don't have to block it.

The thing about a good knit

Is that the dog will always lay on it while it is blocking. But it is buttoned and blocked!!! Look at those buttons!!!! Look at the detail on the headband button!! *squee* Little hearts!! But the newest knit, this is where it is. This knit embraces everything that I feel for this baby girl. It talks about how soft and sweet she is, and how lovely it will be to hold her, and see her sweet face. It speaks of softness, tenderness, and love. The knit is delicate, and complicated. It is beautiful, and colorful. It shines, and nearly glows. I dream of this angel girl in my heart daily. She is a special little thing, and this world will be so much brighter with her in it. She has a special place here, and has a very special work to do. I love you baby girl. I hope you understand some day how every stitch is full of love, and joy. I can't wait to meet you. Of course I also just happen to be dreaming of the next knit for her. Something in blue remix. Yum.

Have I mentioned that I hate blocking?

Well I do. In all honesty, I usually wear a fresh knit unblocked until it needs to be washed. No shame in that, right? But with these buttons blocking is a happier thing: I have grown very in love with custom made buttons from Paula at PK Designs. I give her a sample of the yarn, and tell her the story of the piece I am knitting. She comes up with perfect every single time. Look at those little hearts!!! She hand makes each button from clay. I am so smitten.

The great hair accident of 2013

My zombie look: post accident. My fifth element look: post first fix attempt. My a little brassy, but closer to me look: post fix. Let this be a lesson to you my friends. Leave the professional things to the professional.

Will you knit for me? (A title from every knitting blog ever)

Do you see it?? The beautiful WIP? Tell me this worked. My fingers are crossed. It worked! That is "Hey Teach!" http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/hey-teach In other knitting news, I frogged the baby dress I am making. I was knitting, and knitting, and thinking "this yarn really sucks. The color is lovely for an amazingly special little girl, but this yarn is itchy, and not at all nice." And then I became ADD and was stocking a blog I love. She had not blogged in ages, so I had not checked in weeks... sure enough she was blogging again. And you know what she said? She doesn't love this yarn. She just happened to mention on her blog that she has no love foe this yarn. It just so happens that this blogger is my hero, and it also just so happens that the item being knit is another item for the small human she is currently making. So I frogged, thankful for her opinion as I pulled each stitch. It really is that bad. Wool of the Andes, you I do not love. This all bring me to my final thought of the day. No, I don't usually knit for other people. They don't appreciate the time and money that goes into my awesomeness. I will knit for another knitter though. They know. Yes, they know. So please do not take offense to me not knitting for you. I would love to teach you to knit, but until you have been there it is hard to really appreciate what goes into a hand knit item. They are that amazing.

What pictures?

I will eventually get pictures up. What good is a knitting blog with no pictures?? But every time I try to upload one I get an error. Silly blogger. For now you will just have to imagine the perfect little red baby Cardigan with matching headband and custom made (by pk designs) buttons. You will also have to imagine the back and half of the front of "Hey Teach" that I am knotting in a beautiful rust color. It is a delicious pattern, and a delicious yarn. (Simply soft cotton from knitpicks, which I am a bit addicted to) In other news, I dyed my hair this week. That in itself is not to interesting. What is interesting is how it happened. My daughter decided she wanted to do something different and color her hair a dark purple color. Good enough. I have had many colors in my life time. So we went to the beauty supply, and she picked out her shade, and I decided that while I was there I might as well get my usual red brown color. We came home and I put her color on. Then I put my color on. Then I rinsed her. Her hair was a lovely shade of red brown, which we both loved. Hmmmm.... Then I rinsed me. Goth girl all the way. My hair was black with bright purple highlights. Not the best look for a 30 something mother of five. Not a food look indeed. I washed and washed, hoping to make it lighten. It didn't. I then send an urgent text to my hair angel, Netti. I usually never touch my own hair. Really. My dear Netti was able to get me in. She looked awhile. She said "oh my" a lot. She played with it awhile, saying "hmm." Then said there was nothing to do but bleach it out and color over the orange. My poor hair. So we bleached. And bleached. And I became a glorious fifth element shade of orange. Then Dear Netti colored it and it became red. It is much more me, and I am thankful for red. Black and I don't get along so well.