You Can't Make Just One

The potato chip commercial
always purported that you
couldn't eat just one.

I identify.
Often I can't stop
with making just one...
sweater, hat, pair of socks.

Recently I dug out
a dog-earred
Leisure Arts onesie pattern

And binged:
a total of six yoked
baby sweaters in
cream, green, and blue
for first grandbaby gifts.

Lion Brand Cotton-Ease
produces a lovely tension.
(I'm all about tension.)

Twelve years ago I
knitted Mr. Kyle
a pale yellow onsie
following the pattern
but moving up the scale
to worsted weight yarn.

And was rewarded
with an amazing photo
of Kyle howling... not happy to
be a knitting poster child.

Seven years ago
I adapted the pattern
to knit Miss Grace
her first knitted dress
using a sport weight
baby pink yarn.

An aside:
the dress was short,
I mean quite short,
Nana decided it required
fancy pants ( ruffled
rubber pants, sixties vintage).

The tween sales girls
manning the counters at
the children's stores
produced vacant stares
and condescending smiles.

What is with this old woman?
was clearly present in one
young lady's eye roll.

Persistence is my middle name
when bent on a true need...
grandchild and knitting related.

Finally at Sears,
a youngster had
a revealation.

I wanted party pants...
see infant's wear.
Found: one pair
of ruffled rubber pants
with a tiny pink ribbon
accent bow.

The photo of Grace
in pink dress and party pants
pleases me and tickles
my funny bone.

I'm already planning
that the pattern will morph
into a ballet shrug
to compliment Frances
leotard and tights.

Frances will not be
reluctant to pose
for a photo op.

I will probably need
to make more than
one.

My binges tend toward
the old Irish magic number...
three.