Falling into Christmas
Oh yes, it is Christmas, the end of days! End of school, end of kinder, end of swimming, end of piano, beginning of holidays, camping, ripe apricots, school watering rosters and Christmas flurry. We are falling into Christmas.
And in between the last things of the year, there has been much making of small things.
Before the flurry, I finished this little fellow in calm and quiet, a daily reminder of the beauty of that bush camp. I used every little scrap of the Border Leicester fleece spun on the River Wife Clay spindle whorls. The oxblood yarn is from something I was knitting whilst camping. It is a Jamieson and Smith jumper weight yarn, the shade number escapes me at the moment. The colour really enhances the gold of the Border Leicester that came from Blue Gum leaves.
Each one seemed to be very clearly for a particular small person and I do love how that happens. Lots of our little friends are getting skirts and trews this Christmas but not as many as I had hoped as the time has vanished in a puff.
Our kids are getting getting camping bags made from the cargo pockets of their dad’s shorts were old and worn. These little bags are backed with linen scraps and the strap is from some cut down curtains. I told you I was working my way through the stash!
Operation Man Shirt was reprised for a wee quilt for My Man’s birthday coming up. It is tiny, tiny enough to fit into a deep 8 inch frame. You will recognise it as the Rachaeldaisy design I showed you last post. Those shirts stand as the material culture of our years together, the day in day out stuff of love.