Monday, 8 December 2008
Layette for Baby Annabel Doll
Mummy Christmas has been busy crocheting. Well every little girl should have a baby doll and my great grand daughter got Baby Annabel for her 3rd birthday in October. The store bought clothes are ridiculously expensive so I thought that she ought to have a new outfit for Christmas. I downsized a very old baby pattern by using finer wool (Hayfield 3ply) and a finer hook (3mm). I have a lot of experience of altering patterns to fit as when I first started crocheting patterns only came in about 2 sizes so I had to learn fast how to adapt.
I started a knitted pram coat for Baby Annabel last night and have leggings and a pram blanket to make before her layette is complete. I am using a white flecked wool for these, I hope to finish them off by the middle of the week.
I have been a bit slower with my knit and crochet over the weekend as I am trying to get some housework done. I have been dusting since my operation but real heavy tidying and cleaning has been left. Now that I am feeling better I am allowed to hoover in moderation. The house is starting to look desperately untidy and needs a good clear out. I do try to be ruthless and throw things away but I guess at heart I am just a collector. It's my mother's fault, I inherited it from her. She always stocked up as if there would be another shortage like during the war. She should never have introduced me to the "Borrowers" books as I can see a potential use for everything in my home. I guess I was into recycling long before it was fashionable. I have always cut up and reused dresses and blouses when I used to sew and never quite got out of saving the too small old fashioned outfits just because I like the material! I regularly recycle hand knit sweaters and cardigan and give them another lease of life. I have my eye on two in my wardrobe to riippppp after the New Year.
My childhood was all about make do and mend. I spent hours cutting up old coats from the jumble sales into little pieces to hook rag rugs. Every sweater I possessed was re knitted on the sleeves to mend the elbow holes and were lengthened as I grew. My bigger cousins hand me down dresses were altered here and there to fit me as I was such a skinny little thing. Funnily enough I never felt deprived it any way and was so excited when the bag of clothes would arrive from my aunt. It's no wonder I grew up to knit and sew from a very early age. No TV back then so it was common for everyone to have something to make in the evenings so I just joined in. When I see how kids today are cossetted is makes me smile, I was sewing on a treadle machine at the age of 5. I learned the hard way not to put my fingers anywhere near the needle. I did sew my finger once and just got told to suck it and stop crying! Ah times were tough back then! I also used to iron hankies and small items with an cast iron heated on the fire. I have burned myself more with an electric iron as an adult. I can't ever remember doing it as a child.