In what I am increasingly convinced is a fit of temporary insanity, I have signed up to do my first market. I’ve been knitting late into the night, and my knitting machine is jamming up from all the squares (soon to be bunnies) I’m running off. I’m frantically embroidering and stitching and steam blocking and knitting and all the while thinking never again, which has been pointed out to me is the same thing I said after Richard’s snood, and after the two baby blankets I made. It seems I am incorrigible.
Despite the anxiety (which I’ve grown to think is like a drug for me – or at least pushes me to higher heights) I’m actually looking forward to it. I’ve joined with my friend and colleague Robyn who makes beautiful tutus (her company, rather appropriately, is called Baba Tutu) and with our killer crown and tutu combo (both on market specials that day) I think we make a good team. Not to push gender stereotypes, but there will be some pretty cute little princesses around after they visit our stall.
Have a look at what else will be at our stall…
> reversible hatching toys! (birdies and crocs)
> cross stitch
> And, of course, BUNNIES!