Friday, April 25, 2008

Could Ivy be Henry VIII?

Am I crazy, or is it possible that Ivy is a reincarnation of Henry VIII? Let me present my case.

She demands food constantly with an imperious hand gesture and when she doesn't approve of the offering, she throws it from the table and calls for more. (The chicken bones going to the hounds in the Great Hall?)

She wanders the house destroying, exploring and examining objects as she finds them. If she likes one she she eats it, takes it apart, puts it in her handbag or hides it in a shoe. If she doesn't like one she she destroys it, throws it in the bath, or holds it, wailing, until somebody removes it from her presence. (Wives 1 through 6?)

She is only content playing on her own for a short time and when left to her own devices for a while she begins to angrily demand attention or hang swaying onto a parental leg, moaning with self-pity. ('Out with this pitiful jester! Bring on the dancing girls!')

She soils herself at will and makes another gesture to indicate that she would like her garments changed. (It's a toss-up between a soiled medieval gout-bandage and a nappy after a fruit-heavy day).

She capriciously plays favourites with her servants (or parents); calling for one while in the arms of the other, or crying when one leaves the room even though the other is there, forlornly offering toys, food and cuddles.

I only hope that things don't end badly for Keith and I in the relationship.

Monday, April 21, 2008

a blanket for baby Banana

This post is for all the crafty knitters out there in Banana's life. This winter baby will need a blanket and so I'm going to knit him one, made up of squares from lots of people in his world.

Here are the specs:

Size 8 needles (or 4mm)
8 ply wool
30 stitches by 30 rows
Any shade of blue (we don't know its a boy but we've already got a girl so we figure we'll raise this one male regardless).

Anybody with the time, the love and the skills, thank you! (Please don't think they have to be good skills. Every time I try to knit the rows get smaller and tighther as I go until all I knit are triangles. But I'm pretty sure Banana won't notice).