For her 4th birthday, which was a few weeks ago now, Alice told me she wanted a purple cardigan. I had a few false starts with patterns – nothing felt quite right – until I settled on a sort of jumper-dress by the name of Sorello. Unsurprisingly, it’s another pattern by TikkiKnits. It came together quickly and simply and was a joy to knit.
Today as she came to stay for a couple of nights, I gave it to her. She posed before we headed off to visit Sean’s parents in the country this morning. I couldn’t be happier with a piece I thought was possibly a little risky. A t-shirt made of wool? How would she feel about it? It turns out, she loves it.
It’s made from Bendigo Luxury 8ply in Iris Mist which I know from experience is soft against the skin. For the last remaining weeks of warm weather, it’ll be fine as a t-shirt. As the days grow cold, it’ll go over a long sleeved t-shirt and it’s long enough that it’ll grow with her.
Check out the detail on the back.
We stopped on the way to our destination today at a little town called Wombat. Being Alice’s first time in this part of the world, we wanted very much to show her the statue of the wombat that is a landmark in the little town.
Later, at Sean’s parents’ house we had what I will always think of as one of the best moments ever with Alice. Sean’s parents have a cockatoo that’s possibly about 40years old. No one is quite sure because he belonged to Sean’s grandmother. He could be fifty. He’s a clever cockatoo. He can talk. He says the usual things these creatures say – like ‘Hello Cocky’ or ‘Crackers’. We had told Alice that Cocky could talk but I don’t think she really believed it until the moment he said in his loud, clear as a bell voice, ‘Hello Cocky!’
I was holding her in my arms as it happened, standing right there in front of the cage, close enough to see his beak move as he uttered the words. Her face. The look of surprise mixed with disbelief, the astounding shift in understanding and experience in her buzzing brain as she took on board the knowledge that actually, some animals really can talk, was amazing to see.
In the past I’ve pretended that my chickens could talk and Alice has scoffed ‘No Aunty Bells! Animals can’t talk!’ but here today I was shown to be wrong by an ancient cockatoo with a love of dancing on demand.
You can’t make that stuff up. The best moments come as a complete surprise and sometimes, ricochet through you as they’re happening. This. This is the good stuff. This is what we live for. This is the stuff that shapes who children become, moments of great discovery and joy found in something as crazy as a talking cockatoo.
You can’t beat it.
Nor can you beat the simple, fun knits that slip easily over a child’s head. My best girl. My special, happy, amazing little niece who gives me some of my greatest moments in knitting and life. She’s worth it all.
For fun here’s a picture from her 4th birthday party a few weeks ago – a simple family BBQ in a local park for which her cousin Willem, who just turned nine, came to town. We had a ball.
Two of my favourite people. Endless joy and love and knits.