Little feet and big feet. And ladybirds.

Yay! I finished the Tiny Shoes for my new sort-of cousin, in fact (let's work it out..) my first cousin twice removed. I think. That's to say, my eldest cousin's first grandchild. So they're off in the post, looking ridiculously tiny, but very sweet.

And just by way of contrast and as a reminder of just how much growing kids do, here's another pic of the Boy's completed sock, this time on his actual clod-hopping foot. Looks enormous in comparison, doesn't it?


In fact at seven-going-on-eight, the Boy is a bit shorter than average and doesn't have particularly big feet, but it's all relative.

The weather has warmed up considerably this week (though come to think of it I still had to scrape the car this morning) and the first ladybird of the year crawled out onto a bit of wood to sun him/herself the other day. I've seen too much of Ben and Holly's Little Kingdom recently (that's a lie - there's no such thing as too much Ben & Holly) and fully expect ladybirds to bark like Gaston. Maybe they do.

'Ladybird, ladybird fly away home - your picture's out of focus and no-one knows if you bark!'