It’s been rainy, rainy, rainy. A good thing, truly, as we’re in a drought, but that the rains should decide to come the week the boys are out of school is an unfortunate turn of events. It’s winter break or something (I don’t know – there’s a holiday break, but then another week long break later in winter, which is confusing) and the poor kiddos have been trapped in the house. On top of that, Nora got sick and had a series of bad asthma attacks, so we’ve had quite the week so far.
Nora’s fine now, though, and on top of that, the sun came out and this lovely golden yarn arrived in the mail from Sarah! It’s nice when life turns around when you need it to. I’m up for more rain as long as we get the occasional break to run out to the park.
I’ve been working on the sleeve of Liam’s Tomten. I had forgotten how much longer the sleeves take on a Tomten that I expect. Somehow I’d expected to bang out a sleeve an evening and be done with it, but it’s a little slower going than that. I’m almost done with the first sleeve, though, and I had an idea for the second sleeve. Possibly a bad idea, but an idea that may be worth a try.
My two skeins of Wool of the Andes were just enough for the torso of the jacket as well as the pocket linings, and I’ve been considering colors for the i-cord edging or mitered garter edge. I need something to contrast with the bright green and the powder blue, but also something that won’t look, well, bad. I narrowed the possibilities down to a goldy yellow or an orangey red, and then I mentioned them to Liam.
And he wants pink.
Now, I’m not anti-pink-for-boys, but I think pink would look awful with the colors I’ve used, and I am anti-that. On the other hand, it’s his jacket. And he’s a sweet, adorable seven year old boy who carries a sparkly Hello Kitty backpack to school, who thinks that pink is a beautiful color, and who wants a jacket with a rainbow on it.
It’s funny how mixed I feel about these things. He’s an unselfconscious little person by nature, but he’s getting to the age where other kids notice when you don’t confine yourself strictly to the gender expectations they’ve laid out, and I’ve already seen (and glared at) little boys sniggering at his backpack as he walks by. Liam’s autism is actually something of a blessing in that instance, because he tends to read that sort of response as interest, and he will generally walk up and explain that his backpack is sparkly and has Hello Kitty on it, and that he likes it. But when he understands that people are laughing at him, he’s very, very hurt, and it’s painful to see him hurt. I don’t want other children to take away his love of pink or cats or rainbows based on stupid, stupid gender roles (I mean, who decided that pink was girly, or that boys can’t love cats, and who doesn’t love to see a rainbow??) but I also don’t want his differences to be exaggerated when I know he’s starting to become self conscious about them.
It’s not really a big problem, but when I have visions of sending my little guy off to school, happy with his new jacket, and seeing him come home in tears, all of a sudden it seems like a very big deal. Talk me down, please! I mean, it’s just a color, right?