sand in my knitting bag
Yesterday we went to Bondi to have lunch and a swim with some friends. I have fairly strict rules about swimming which don’t invlove getting into the ocean when it is 25 degrees and windy. So this was me.
Isabelle and her farther have no such qualms about water temperature.
They are swimming in the kiddy pool at the north end of the beach as the surf, even on a fairly mild day like yesterday is too much for a not quite 3 yr old. Well it’s too much for her parents anxiety levels anyway.
Isabelle’s swimming technique looks a lot like drowning. The other parents find it quite disturbing that we watch her do this with a happy smile on our faces. She doesn’t travel far with this particular style, but she doesn’t drown either, and she has a lot fun.
Oh, and the maket bag, it’s almost done. The knitting part anyway. Then comes the crochet.