The not-so-gender-neutral blanket is now completed! At chuffin' last! The man (or lady) hours that I have put into it have worn me down, but can't wait to wash it and make it all ready for new baby. I took this piccie just before finishing off the edging.
The second GP wool donation blanket is well under way now too...
A piccie of her Ladyship digging in the garden. With a lovely blue linen dress on, concealed by a hot pink mac (which I detest!), spotty dotty wellies and positioned comfortably on...an antique rocking chair! She declared that it was more comfy and she "didn't fancy kneeling down because it was a bit soggy".
I've also learned that I am starting to dislike labels. As in 'what type of parent are you?' I am what I am (there's a song there...): I don't need a label or to belong to feel like I'm doing it right. Everyone has their own merits and should never be made to feel a lesser person for their shortfalls. And life isn't all happy, peaceful living: at times it really is quite shit. But that's ok. Because that's half the challenge. Climbing out of the shit and carrying on up the hill.