Nothing to declare

Like the great Oscar Wilde, I have nothing to declare today but my genius, but I thought I’d pop round anyway. You know, to give a sign that I’m still here. Sort of. You won’t find me in the stitchy corner of Blogland, though, because the knitting bug has bitten me in the behind. Since this is a stitchy blog I won’t bore you with too many details about the several scarves, neck warmers, blankets and throws that have now joined the many cross stitch samplers in my WIP drawers, except to say that I have found my knitting rhythm. My old internet friend (old because we’ve known each other for a long time, not because she is old in person) Maria S. suggested I listen to march music if I was trying to find a rhythm, but I found that listening to the opening tune of the Teletubbies (not out of my own free will, I'm sure you will understand) works very well, too. But do you know which song really got my knitting rythm going? You will never guess. It came as quite a surprise to me, too and I’m not completely sure it was intended to serve as background music for knitting ladies, but there you go… Raspberry Beret by his Royal Purpleness, Prince. Who knew? Not him, surely.

Speaking of Teletubbies, Pelle is doing very, very, very, very well after his tonsilotomy*. In fact, they told me beforehand that the surgery would cause him to not talk so much and I was really looking forward to the sound of quiet coming from my very talkative son, but he opened his mouth as soon as he opened his eyes, and he hasn’t shut up since. He’s such a sweetie. Look at him offering a helping hand :o)

Aaaaand, speaking of sweeties, here is the long-awaited picture of my niece Eline. Included is a picture of her father, my brother, who clearly felt left out, what with all the attention going to his girlfriend and his daughter. His solution? He fell and broke his hand while trying to catch a train. Sigh. Men…

Yours *)jokingly,
Annemarie.