snugger

I must admit, buying toys for oneself is fun. But buying toys for your unborn child is even more fun, because you can delude yourself that they’ll love it as much as you do. Though who wouldn’t love a velvety soft Babar?

(I guess one of the critics mentioned in the above wikipedia article probably wouldn’t, but that’s their loss, the sourpusses)

Anyway, as Gary quite rightly pointed out to me, it would be odd to have a Babar toy if the child has no reference to who Babar actually is. And then helpfully told me that he had a 25% off voucher for a children’s book at Borders. (The man has a will of iron. His new year’s resolution was to buy no books for 6 months, but he gets Borders vouchers emailed to him every week). I really, truly, did not need an excuse to spend more money on books (I just bought 6 for my course and an extra 2 for good measure), but seeing as we have in the past flippantly discussed a “Library Acquisition Plan” (I kid you not, these are the kind of people we are), nearly 6 months pregnant seemed a fine time to start on it. I mean, just last night someone told me that pregnancy is the time of your life when you can really be self-indulgent without feeling horribly guilty about it.

Speaking of which, I was hoping to be very self-indulgent by knitting a black jumper for Snuglet. I had a nice easy pattern picked out from this book, found an Australian online yarn shop that had the correct yarn (why faff with substitutions when you can use the right stuff for twice the price?), and sat back contentedly to wait for my package.

The universe is conspiring against me. I received an email today to say that they’re out of stock of the black, did I want something else? They did recommend another yarn, but it had a much higher wool content and anyway, I’m a beginner. I want to know that it’s going to work without too much fuss. So I went with chocolate brown instead. I’m still getting the other yarn in black though, so there. Black booties are better than nothing.