My children did not grow up with television, it was a choice. My choice. Most of those children thank me for the rich childhood of nightly story reading. We went through all the children’s treasury classics and storybook series, one chapter (sometimes two) at a time. Story time was looked forward to with incredible anticipation. Even the little tots were expected to sit and listen, even if they were still in infant seats or on someone’s lap. But it all started with board books that could be drooled on and graduated up to Nursery Rhymes complete with hand motions and finger play. So it is that the story of Little Red Riding Hood became well ingrained not only to my grown children but pretty much all children everywhere.
In my yarn shop travels it is hard to resist a nice bright red, as you may notice many of my creations incorporate the lively color. So it comes as no surprise that when I found bright red in Paris at the Phildar shop next to Printemps that I scooped up several balls. Then browsing through patterns online I came across this darling little hooded cape and my first thought was Red Riding Hood. Of course my baby granddaughter must have a cape and the rest is knitting history. She is too tiny to wear it yet but it was a joy to knit and dream of her racing around with a basket (probably of toys rather than berries), her soft red cape flowing behind. Of course it will be a gift and wrapped up with the storybook of Little Red Riding Hood.