They say necessity is the motherhood of invention.
I don’t know about that, but one of my many missions this past month has been to make Emma a new winter hat as her old one is too small. I’m not sure why I feel this is so important, considering it’s going to be a balmy 78 degrees today, but I just had to make her a hat.
My first attempt was knitting a hat. Now, I’m one of those really good scarf makers. I can whip out a scarf in no time. But if you ask me to move away from the comfort of the boxy scarf shape, I start to get a twitch. It’s just fear, plain and simple. I’m afraid of messing up. Perhaps it’s because the first time to tried to make a hat, it ended up looking like it had horns.
Anyways, I decided to bust down those walls of fear and just go for it.
I found this great heavy suede yarn and went to work. No matter that I didn’t have a pattern. No matter that I chose the wrong needle size and ended up with arthritis every night gripping my tiny needles and wrangling heavy suede. I was determined.
I finally finished one night and tried it on Addie’s head. It was very tight. So I tried to stretch it just a little and I heard SNAP! It was the death of my hat.
I did what any normal person would do. I scrunched it up and threw it against the wall and stewed for an hour. There might have been some cussing, I don’t remember.
I emotionally healed for a week and began to think of alternatives. For the past few months I’ve been collecting old wool sweaters from the Goodwill and shrinking them. I had this one light green sweater that was kind of thin and girly, so I picked it up last night and plotted my attack. After an hour or so, this is what I came up with.
It looked way too starke and bare, so I found some embroidery floss and some yellow beads. My daisies aren’t perfect, but I’m very pleased with the outcome.
Emma was pleased, too.