knitting, nature and living with autism in the family
Today I am reminded of a song by John Denver (a favourite of my Dad’s when I was growing up).
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
And it does, doesn’t it? A little bit of sunshine goes a long way to brightening up a day.It looks especially nice on the old plum tree which is now covered in blossom.
I’ve been mulling over some new ideas for cup cakes for a while. It’s nice being able to bounce between knitting rabbits and knitting cakes – both are enjoyable in different ways and involve different techniques (variety is the spice of life and all that…). Anyway, I wanted to knit up some seasonal cakes for Easter. The inspiration for these came a while ago when I was making a rabbit called Bunny Slippers. As I was making her I thought that the little bunny heads might look sweet on cakes and here’s the result.
The other cakes I’ve been experimenting with are inspired by the work of Kylie Lambert – a woman of great artistry and skill who creates edible cakes so beautiful that it seems a shame to stick a cake fork into them. I am continually stunned by the detail and perfection of her cakes, she’s got a magical touch and must have a very steady hand. Anyway, inspired by her beautiful work, here are a few interpretations in yarn!
You can always tell when Toby has been in a room. For a start there’s a tell-tale trail of crumbs from his constant munching (he ‘grazes’ all day), then there’s another trail of discarded clothing (he’ll not wear trousers or socks in the house) but the biggest give-away is the little stacks. Everywhere he goes he is compelled to stack items. It always makes me smile as I wander round the house after he’s gone off to school which is something I need to do today. This last week he’s been very distressed to leave his beloved lego stack at home (school won’t allow him to take it as it ‘distracts’ him). It’s hard to wrench it off him in the mornings and drag him to the school bus crying and screaming while trying to reassure him that lego will be there after school. I’m looking at the battered and chewed lego now, sitting on his little table ready to be taken up and ‘loved’ when he gets home- who knew lego could be a snuggly?
little cotton rabbits 