texture in the bath

A year ago, I made myself a cotton washcloth as a way to practice knitting patterns, something other than straight knitting and purling. I didn't do anything with the washcloth though, and it stayed in the knitting basket in the den until last week when I finally brought it up to the tub. Eva saw it on the tub edge and got all sorts of unexpectedly excited about it. It was as if the day had finally come, the one she'd been waiting for, the one where I'd used the knitted washcloth! She touched her fingers to the bumpy texture and then pulled her hand away when she saw I'd noticed. As if I wouldn't let her touch my washcloth?!

But see, Eva has always been a lover of texture. I forget this sometimes. She can't help but feel things and she loves soft things. At the fabric store, she wants to rub her cheek on all the fabrics, and I have to ask her to hold back, just a little (a lot of she's just had a lolly-pop). I think that's what was going on with the very special washcloth. I get it. It does feel pretty cool when it's all wet. It's way nubblier and stretchier than your average washcloth.

So this is Eva's very special washcloth. How often do I get to give my little someone something that means so much but takes so little? Oh, that sounds so parent-y. Don't parents do that every day? Maybe what I mean is, I often like to think up complicated, special projects that my girl might like, but in this case I was able to make her something simple I knew she wanted, and that felt nice.