Pushing The Button

Whenever I complete a knitting project, I feel a wee bit of pride. Something is done. It's over. It's in someone else's lovely hands now.

With socks, hats, gloves, etc - I give it a little bath in a big bowl of shampoo-water, and it hangs out for a while to dry. But with larger things, like with Little Miss Miranda's Blankie...it goes in the washer. Fortunately, I have a kick-ass washer with settings such as "hand wash" - but, still. I have to push a button. And hope that my woven-in-ends don't unravel the whole darned thing and I end up with a wad of wet string in the washer when done. Yes, I know - totally illogical. But I think about it just the same (much as I sometimes think that, mid-quasi-sleep, our ceiling fan in the bedroom is a large spider...ridiculous, but real at that moment).

So...since I know you sometimes read this blog now - if you share a name with a little crippled boy in A Christmas Carol (or, for that matter, a horned questioner in front of a Python bridge), or if you share a name with a particularly beautiful California town - know that a certain something has been made with nothing but love and hugs - and I hope to god it's not a big pile of yarn in a few hours. I love you both to pieces, and your little boy is too adorable for words. I can't wait to meet him.

By the way - thank you SO MUCH to my dearest older brother and my upstate mom for helping me to fight MS. You rock!