I've always had a soft spot for stripes. Classic, stylish, nautical, wide, thin, haphazard, multi-coloured...they always make me smile. I started the baby's blanket in the first few weeks of this pregnancy, thinking I was having a baby girl. And as the belly grew and my instinct made me think 'boy', the colours on the blanket changed. I only used scraps from other projects and balls of yarn found in op-shops and I'm rather happy with the end result. It's rather unisex, don't you think? I didn't follow a pattern; I just cast on, knit till I thought it was wide enough and changed colours when I got bored. It's big enough for the moses basket and the pram and will do when baby is a toddler and is in need of a blanket when reading on the couch.
As for the little pile of little striped clothes. Ohhhh, so I have purchased a few things, mainly from Nature Baby, Purebaby, Mini Rodini and my best friend's baby boutique (incredibly handy and perhaps a little bit dangerous). I unlocked the space bags with all of Che's newborn clothes and inhaled the new baby scent that managed to hide away with the 000 wondersuits and booties. I'm doing a bit of soaking and washing daily, then I fold those wee little pieces into piles and stack them in the drawers.
And wash by wash, fold by fold, week by week, this baby gets a little closer to being here - in my arms. I'm savouring these last weeks, trying not to count down, because it has been such an enjoyable journey and I want to treasure every last moment of it.
Note: this positivity may not be existent if I go so far overdue like I did with Che. If I come here complaining about due dates, heaviness and impatience, one of you might like to remind me about the words above!