Knit one, purl one

It's funny how growing a little person can suddenly inspire you to do things you wouldn't normally even contemplate. When I was about 7 or 8, my gran taught me to knit and I knitted loads of stuff for my dolls and even a jumper for myself. When I was an adult living in a remote area without any transport of my own, I took up knitting again, out of boredom mostly. I knitted jumpers, cardigans and scarves galore. I haven't picked up the old knitting needles in almost 10 years, but all at once I felt an immense compulsion to knit for the baby.

A few weeks ago, I went to a craft shop and bought a book with baby knitting patterns as well as enough balls of cotton yarn to knit two miniature cardigans. I have since discovered knitting cardigans the size of my hand is a great deal quicker than knitting the adult-sized equivalent. I've already completed two of the cutest little wrap-around cardigans and I'm about halfway through a little denim blue wool jacket with sheepskin trim. It's so nice to be making something for the little creature that is currently wriggling around inside my womb.