All these babies are killing me!
My friends Randy and Shawn had a baby recently. OK! I confess! It’s kinda been a while (but definitely less than 6 months) and they’ve been owed a present from me for some time now. Randy is a friend of my brother’s, and he’s always been like a brother to me, so I wanted to give their baby something special. When Shawn was still pregnant, they started shopping like crazy people, and ended up taking a fancy pants stroller and seven suitcases (I’m serious!) stuffed with baby clothes and paraphenalia back to Asia with them. So, I guess I figured there was nothing I could buy for them that they didn’t already have, and something homemade is always special even if it’s ugly, right?
I started knitting a baby blanket with this very fine “baby” yarn while she was still pregnant. Then the baby came, and I was still knitting that damned blanket, and I pretty much realized that it was never ever going to be finished. Plus, I hated it. I was starting to feel a little desperate. I berated myself for buying tiny tiny yarn, and rushed out and bought humongous yarn. The knitting was going quickly while we were still in Taiwan since I never got to hold Otis. Then we came back and the progress stopped when I decided I hated this blanket as well. And I hated myself too. I couldn’t believe it when Randy told me that she had already been potty trained. And by the time I saw Randy at Shiso Bro’s wedding, I could barely look him in the eye.
So I’ve made Adeline a stuffed strawberry and apple, but I still can’t stop hating myself. I like them OK, but I know that if I don’t give the presents to Randy while he’s in the area on a visit, then she won’t get anything until she leaves for college. It’s been really dificult to start and finish this entire project, and I’m sad that I never made her a blanket that I liked enough to complete. Maybe I need to admit to myself that I just don’t like knitting that much. The only bright side of being unable to finish this project until yesterday is that he just told me that they had to change her name when the name they originally chose was deemed “unlucky” by his family. Otherwise her presents would have had the wrong name embroidered on them.
Now I’m just finding myself physically incapable of actually wrapping the rest of the baby presents I’ve made and going to the post office to mail them.
