Why all the blankets?

My son loved the bees the best.

Fashion comes and goes.

I started knitting blankets as a way of getting ready for the arrival of my children.

In each case I knew the sex of the baby in advance and could plan the colourways around that. But it didn't really matter.

Sitting there, knitting away, I was able to tentatively imagine myself as a mother with a baby.

It was a kind of preparation where my hopes and love were expressed through the colours I chose and the way I put them together.

Some feelings are better expressed through colour and shapes  than put into words.

Pink lollipop summer wishes..

For each child the blanket was there, waitiing for them in the delivery room -even if it was high summer.

When I look closely I know how I feel, but it's hard to describe.

My oldest child's is nearly thread bare, having served him well.

A fluffy Univers inwhich to get lost...

My son's wholy blanket...