Well, Whimsy may have turned two earlier this week, but today is a far more important birthday. My Mum is 75! She's finding it hard to believe she's such a big number, but, well, she is.
Mum is very camera shy, and though I do have a photo of her, she would probably prefer if I didn't post it. So instead I'll show some photos I've taken of a few things she's made for my daughter Elly.
Benjamin Bunny and Jemima Puddleduck. Who doesn't love Beatrix Potter? (Actually I knew someone once who didn't, but no-one talks to him anymore). Mum is a great knitter. She rarely makes things as finicky as these, but you know, if it's for the grand kids, she'll make an exception. I have endless knitted items by my Mum; afghans, sweaters, hats, mitts, toys. They all seem to be much better than I ever make, just like meals and cookies, Mum's are always better.
Raggedy Ann and Andy, so sweet. These two were made for Elly, but I remember a pair, now long gone, from my childhood. I think Mum likes the wholesomeness of Ann and Andy, their faces are simple and kind. I've always loved those stripey legs. My taste always runs a little more toward the gaudy than Mum's.
This is Josie and Miranda. Mum always chooses fantastic names for her dolls, though I'm ashamed to say I can't remember which one is which, I think Miranda might be the red-head. Mum made them in a class out on Vancouver Island. I can't remember the name of the artist who ran the class, but she's quite well-known out there. (Isn't my memory appalling??!!)
Mum has sewn tons of other things as well, quilts, clothes, toys. In fact, the greatest toys, she's made fully-jointed teddy bears, really incredible, and a beautiful baby doll named Maggie who has a bisque head and arms, a hand-painted face with glass eyes and rooted hair. Absolutely amazing.
My Mum's enthusiasm for new things and working on projects, big and small, is a trait I share with her, and I'm glad I do.
Happy Birthday Mum!