I'm so sorry I missed your surprise baby shower on Saturday. I keep hearing what a wonderful party Ann put on, and now I'm even more super-sad that I missed it and missed seeing all you fun people. I moped all day Saturday.
Well, anyway, here's something you would have opened had the storm not kept me from getting there:
Don't worry, you would not have had to FAKE-exclaim delight. They would not have looked like those big shapeless blobs. That's the way they looked pre-felting. (cell phone in photo for scale)
I showed the first completed one in my blog the other day:
But isn't felting marvelous? I wish I could transform my face and body as easily as I can transform a felted item. Just stick me in the bath, whirl me around, give me some hot agitation and friction for a few minutes (stop that), and out would pop a new, shapely, firm, smooth version. But I digress. This is not only about me. It's also about you and That Baby to Be.
This is more like how they would have looked when you actually opened them.
Cute, hm? (See the cell phone hiding under that one in the first picture? See how much the little boot shrunk and firmed and shaped up?) They make me think of felted galoshes. Don't let the babe splash too much in mud-puddles with them, though -- wool gets wet!
Well, I know how you feel superstitious about having baby items in the house before the baby arrives, so I'll wait and send these after. Hope you had a good time at the shower even without me and got loads of nice gifts.
P.S. They are called "Fat Baby Booties," designed by Bev Galeskas. The pattern was in Interweave Felt, Special Issue 2007, and I'm told they also appear in her book, Felted Knits. It's an absolutely brilliant pattern. I was heard to exclaim and known to write to my friends several times during the knitting of these, "Boy-man, I have nothing but respect for these designers, I tell ya. How do they know how to turn plain knitting stitches into three-dimensional objects? How do they do this?! Totally brill."
I used Patons Classic Merino wool, and I knitted the medium infant size. It took three goes through the washing machine to get them felted the way I wanted them.
I spent all day Saturday moping around because I could not make it to your house Friday night on the way to our little planned adventure to go to Cara's shower on Saturday. Frickin' weather. I must be building up some seriously good future traveling karma is all I can say.
Well, here are photos of part of what I was going to bring to share with you Friday night, each carefully chosen because, well, it's all from Vermont, but also because of each one's name.
So how did I spend my mopey Saturday? Well, I moped, silly. I went for a mopey workout, I knitted mopily, I steeped myself mopily in k.d. lang and Nora Jones, and then I mopily ate cave-dweller's cheese and drank smoky wine
while having a date with George Clooney. After that, I stopped moping. George will improve my mood every time.
All in all, it wasn't a bad day. Sometimes a good mope is good medicine. But I missed ya wicked.