I’ve never liked the word cute. My usage of cute usually indicates sarcasm, or that an aesthetic crime has been committed. Crimes of cuteness include most Hallmark cards, referring to Alfred Hitchcock as ‘Hitch,’ forcing kittens to be photographed inside a wicker basket, and every appearance of a talking animal in a Disney film. Actually, let’s just make that every Disney film.
Many of my friends have started having babies, and this has resulted in a softening of my attitude towards cute. This isn’t because babies are inherently adorable, but because I love to knit for my favorite babies (both arrived and forthcoming), and all of the items that I’ve knit for babies have turned out . . . well, cute. For example:
This is the dress with eyelets from Debbie Bliss’s Baby Knits for Beginners. Pretty cute, huh? Well, here it is on the actual baby:
That’s Ruby. For regular readers, this is Suzanne’s first daughter, and Suzanne is the soon-to-be recipient of a Samus sweater. That dress there for her second daughter, but hey. It sure fits Ruby just fine.
It’s not just the babies that have repositioned cuteness in my life. One of the things I’ve learned as a knitter is that when you knit for your friends, you’re really knitting for their cats.
Elijah here is enjoying my friend Alana’s hand warmers. Unfortunately for Elijah, Alana also enjoys her hand warmers. And while the things I knit for my friends are really for their cats, everything I knit is really for Maxine.