My lovely neighbour recently had her third baby - a gorgeous wee girl.
I wasn't sure what to make for her.
I'll take a slight tangent here (or "waffle on a bit" as I have been recently advised).
Generally speaking I don't buy many gifts or 'thing's for people as I prefer to make them stuff instead.
I guess I have the romantic notion that 'handmade stuff' is made with and from love, has been given much thought, has been constructed especially for that particular person and maybe just maybe they'll like it - maybe like it enough to keep it for a long time. And one day, when they are older, they'll maybe still have that 'thing' that was made just for them because they will know that they are loved, liked, cared for, family, friend, neighbour, etc and their heart will sing.
I also have the idea that by making the 'thing' myself, the receiver of such finery will not already have one. (or at least not like the one I've just made!)
Anyway I digress....
The gift... after much thought, I remembered that a few years ago friend gave me a super simple bootie pattern made using......FELT of course!
So after a bit of cutting, pinning, blanket stitching and artistic licence....
These are dangerous things to make for those teetering dangerously on the cusp of having the third, fourth, fifth, second whatever numbered child would come next... VERY DANGEROUS INDEED.
Just looking at them has been the catalyst for many a "oh I'd love another baby" themed comment.
It's like looking at the clothes your own babes wore, feeling them all soft and lovely. The wave of nostalgia gently urging you to reminisce about times they were worn.
The mere sight and touch invoking all manner of maternal/paternal urge.
What do you think? Does that urge ever dissipate?