A sweater a week? Well I'd say that average sounds just about right for February, especially when you're talking about Purple! and Yellow! and well, the tiniest of my people that I could possibly knit for. Yes, one sweater a week is just the perfect thing for now. And this sweater? Oh goodness, it was quite seriously a fun knit - just enough variation to make it all interesting, and in an aran weight to make it fly off the needles. It's Springtime in Hollis knit in Goldfinch Osprey by Quince & Co. (I made it a little large in the size four.) Such a pleasure to knit, really - highly recommended. (Ravelry link.)
It was especially a pleasure to knit, since it was for this little miss, who instructed - whenever I walked in the room this week - to 'sit down and knit my sweater, mama!" or something to that effect, with hands on her hips or pointer finger pointing, lips pursed. Oh, this youngest child of ours. Oh, oh, oh. I think and read a lot about birth order, but no one makes me think about it more than this, our youngest of five. It is said of the youngest that they may "grow up expecting others to take responsibility". I wouldn't be exaggerating to say that, by default rather than intended indulgence, she's got a house full of us at her command. If one of us says 'not right now' to reading her a story, playing a game or dressing her doll? Well, she's got seven more people (including Gram now) to go through, and she's bound to get a yes eventually. Oh, this girl. And on the flip side of that, I do think all that love received equates to the love she gives, for I've never heard anyone say "I love you so, so, so, so much" to so very many people as often as she does. A character, a charmer, a confident, demanding little love of a girl, that's her. Miss Annabel Edrie (she calls herself that. Hands on hips, of course).
And Miss Annabel Edrie is quite pleased with her new sweater (and pleased with herself). Well, as you can plainly see.