my postpartum depression after evan was born is how this whole up up creative business started: i couldn't stop making things. and now here we are again. it's like some kind of primal urge. feel bad, busy your hands?
i don't claim to understand it.
the good news is that evan and the baby are really going to benefit. this week i made a tie for evan and i'm finishing knitting the baby the cutest knitted pants ever made.
(these are just previews; i'll post a better pic of the pants when they're finished and i'll post a picture of evan wearing his tie at my sister's wedding next weekend, where he will be the most handsome kid and probably the only one wearing an honest-to-god tie and not some clip on piecce of ugliness. but then i'm biased.)