Bluebabies

2 Year Old has this adorable habit of saying "baby" instead of "berry" which means blueberries are bluebabies, strawberries are strawbabies, and libraries are ryebabies. Naturally.

Here are my Caps To The Capital donations, to date. Obviously, I have started knitting with my box of blue scraps. The criteria for picking colors has nothing to do with the traditional blue or pink for baby boys or girls and everything to do with which storage box lid won't close due to exploding stash. Swear to Goddess, those yarn scraps are making babies themselves. In which case, I'd better start knitting some gift caps for them too. Or is that too incestuous? Too cannibalistic?

Oh, and just to illustrate how extremely qualified I am with my total anal retentiveness to coach a team sport dedicated to said nether region, each cap is being knit with patterns selected sequentially from Barbara Walker's A Treasury of Knitting Patterns (the first in the series, of course). I firmly believe I shall be able to stave off arthritis long enough to knit my way straight through all four of Ms. Walker's treasuries. Hey, she did it, right? Why can't I? This little cap project is the perfect excuse to start my journey. Please do NOT attempt to set me straight with a well thought-out, impressively reasoned, suitably coherent comment. I will de-bench you for insolence. Don't think I won't! And anyone who dares remind me of my decade old declaration to read every Dickens novel sequentially (which floundered eight years ago after the laborious completion of The Old Curiosity Shop) will be suspended until next season.

I have not forgotten my promise to publish a photo of the completed Goldfish sweater. Here it is. Mighty cute, huh? The hated knotting and darning is all but forgotten. It was worth the effort.