If ever a colour said ‘two year old’ it was snow-white. Don’t you get visions of chaotic, into everything toddlers and imagine them in lily-white clothes?
No. Me neither! So naturally, I’ve made a cardigan for Alice in the brightest, most pure-as-the-driven-snow white. It’s all finished, just needs the ends sewn in and then a wash.
Crazy, I’m sure but it was at her mother’s request. She said ‘I think Alice would look lovely in a white cotton cardigan.’
And I am certain she would, but really, Fee? White?
She said yes with a certainty that made me wonder if she’d lost her mind.
At the moment we had that conversation, I remembered a ball of Bendigo cotton in a colour called Snow that I’d stashed away long ago when Alice was tiny and before I knew just how filthy babies could get. Soon enough I saw how many changes of clothing they went through in a day and I thought better of the snow white cotton.
I’ve been so careful knitting it, although I did unwisely take it with me to Bunnings (hardware, for the non-locals) one day to knit while following Sean through the garden hose section.
I smiled to myself as I pushed aside a glass of shiraz just now to take this photo, thinking of how it’ll probably be on Alice for all of ten minutes before it loses its purity.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been so unsure of a colour on her. It’s just crazy. When discussing this with Amy in Rhode Island just the other day she urged ‘get a photo of it brand new before Alice gets it dirty.’ Of course. It’ll be the only time it’s ever so very bright, white and clean.
I’ll try not to cry.