Why All the Blankets?

Why all the blankets?

Flowers and bugs
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.

Sun ray hopes for my baby.
Pink lollipop summer wishes..
 

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

Delicate blue thoughts are welling up
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.

Bury your head deep my dear little boy
A fluffy Univers inwhich to get lost...
I have put it away, but when he comes across is, he grabs it, burries his face in it and breaths in so deeply...Good for him, I must have done something right?! 

My son's blanket
My son's wholy blanket...