This woollen hat means a lot to me.
It was knitted well but I decided to take a lot of artistic license when drawing it.
Here it is … 
I don’t have it, which is a pity, it belongs to the Hospital where one of my children was born.
It was lovingly popped onto my baby’s head in the first fresh moments of his life, by a midwife who helped me with a birth that was traumatic/beautiful/surreal.
He looked like the sweetest little Gumnut Baby, and considering my near-obsession with May Gibbs, it completely melted my heart.
Whoever it is that sits and knits beanies for newborns, I’m sending you a big ball of appreciative energy every time I see this photo. Thankyou!
