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. All pain forgotten, even as I’m birthing the placenta, just a moment of raw undying love and marveling at the pure little life in my arms, warm and toasty in his canary yellow woolly hat.

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, Ladies (and maybe?) Gentlemen Knitters.

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