Spent the day in a state of general blitzkrieg, after viewing the work of Beck Wheeler (thanks for that, Ramona....I think), and I have decided never to make anything again.
But I'm still unpacking my new house (it never ends, really) and uncovered an old thing that cheered me up a little. I made this for Mym when she was about 6 months old, to wear to a Very Important Wedding, at which she was Baby of Honour (an unconventional title, I know, and one created especially for her). And I still rather love it.
I love the buttons, French antique, sent as a birthday present years ago from my Fairy Godmother (I really do have one). She lives in Manhattan, the home of Tender Buttons, for which I am eternally grateful.
I was dead broke at the time, as single mothers are wont to be, so made the whole thing out of a bag of stranded cottons I found in my yarn basket. There really is a lot to be said for using what you have, it forces you to improvise, with varying results, I admit, but it's always interesting, you never know what's going to happen.
As you can see, what happened here was a colour scheme that wouldn't be embarrassed to front up at a Bollywood Shaadi. She made quite a splash in it. I always did so loathe the limited pastel colours available then for baby yarns, they used to make me so annoyed. It's better now, but not much.
This project led me into others in which the whole point of interest was juxtaposed colour. Each colour has to work with the one before it and the one after, and beyond that, it's completely random. I worked this idea for ages. I still do actually.
More to come, as I unpack, and consider a career in data entry.
But meanwhile, here's the pattern.
