Flowers in March
Glorious weather aside, this hasn't been my best week. Suddenly I have developed allergies, and this has paralyzed me with fear. What if allergies mean that I cannot garden this year? I have received so much joy from my time playing in the dirt, I have been so excited about seed catalogs and plant budgets, I don't know if I could survive indoors with nothing to do but watch the green things growing outside. But things have improved to the point where I can survive, both indoors and out, with minimal inconvenience. Still not ideal.
BUT. It's the end of the month, and that means new Who Club yarn. Now, I must make a confession. While I have absolutely loved all three colors from the winter Who Club, none of them were the beautiful project yarn I'd hoped I'd get out of the club.
Meet my new best friend: Big Flashy Lighty Things and a Cloud Belt.
In case of monitor fail, this is a light purple to periwinkle to light blue colored yarn, and it is luxuriously gorgeous. I am seriously considering asking for a sweater's worth of this.
I received this just as the allergies hit, after a performance evaluation at work (which, though it went well, was still very draining), and in the midst of at least two other projects on my needles. I looked at my first project, a sock with an elaborate lace pattern up the front, which I am doing without a specific pattern. I looked at my second project, a Victorian lace shawl. I am barely two inches into either of those projects. And I thought about going to the midnight premiere of Hunger Games that night. Harumph.
"A beret!" I heard a small voice whisper. "What was that?" I said. "Make me a beret!" It said again, a little louder. I looked around and realized the sound was coming from the yarn in it's shipping bag.
Well, who am I to argue with talking inanimate objects?
I wanted something to finish, and I've wanted a hat all winter. So what if it was 70 degrees outside? So I cast on in the dark of the movie theater, surrounded by giggly teenage girls and their even gigglier boyfriends.
The ribbing was done the next day, in an allergy induced stupor. The pattern I'd selected is called Snowdrop Beret by Swallows Return, and is inspired by the first flowers of spring. Considering the greenery causing me so much trouble, it seemed appropriate.
Someday, I will blog about how giant my head is. The post will include my many hilarious anecdotes about doctors and clothing and standard deviations. But the point is that I'm always skeptical of the phrase "one size fits all" when it comes to my head. So I made the band on large needles and was sure to try on the hat as soon as I could. It fit with virtually no modifications.
The lace pattern was easy to work and even my slow memory could memorize the pattern by the end. I ripped back and added an extra pattern repeat so it would have some slouch around my head (did I mention my head is quite large?).
So less than a week after I started it, I was wearing my Flowers in March Beret:
BUT. It's the end of the month, and that means new Who Club yarn. Now, I must make a confession. While I have absolutely loved all three colors from the winter Who Club, none of them were the beautiful project yarn I'd hoped I'd get out of the club.
Meet my new best friend: Big Flashy Lighty Things and a Cloud Belt.
I received this just as the allergies hit, after a performance evaluation at work (which, though it went well, was still very draining), and in the midst of at least two other projects on my needles. I looked at my first project, a sock with an elaborate lace pattern up the front, which I am doing without a specific pattern. I looked at my second project, a Victorian lace shawl. I am barely two inches into either of those projects. And I thought about going to the midnight premiere of Hunger Games that night. Harumph.
"A beret!" I heard a small voice whisper. "What was that?" I said. "Make me a beret!" It said again, a little louder. I looked around and realized the sound was coming from the yarn in it's shipping bag.
Well, who am I to argue with talking inanimate objects?
I wanted something to finish, and I've wanted a hat all winter. So what if it was 70 degrees outside? So I cast on in the dark of the movie theater, surrounded by giggly teenage girls and their even gigglier boyfriends.
The ribbing was done the next day, in an allergy induced stupor. The pattern I'd selected is called Snowdrop Beret by Swallows Return, and is inspired by the first flowers of spring. Considering the greenery causing me so much trouble, it seemed appropriate.
Someday, I will blog about how giant my head is. The post will include my many hilarious anecdotes about doctors and clothing and standard deviations. But the point is that I'm always skeptical of the phrase "one size fits all" when it comes to my head. So I made the band on large needles and was sure to try on the hat as soon as I could. It fit with virtually no modifications.
The lace pattern was easy to work and even my slow memory could memorize the pattern by the end. I ripped back and added an extra pattern repeat so it would have some slouch around my head (did I mention my head is quite large?).
So less than a week after I started it, I was wearing my Flowers in March Beret:
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