So, I need a new project about like I need a hole in my head. I have G's blanket, a shrug I started for a friend of mine who was in the hospital (it's taken so long that she's now out of the hospital - nice), and a crocheted, woven basket. This list doesn't include the Christmas pillowcases for the kids (which will be ready in February), nor does it include the sweater I told my friend that I would fix last January (there's still time!).
Never one for moderation, though, I found this little dandy on Pinterest. Super cute, super easy. Made mine in two hours with pretty heather gray yarn. Felt super sassy in it on my date last night - Chinese buffet, don't get too excited. Felt super sassy when I went to work my shift at the church youth group this morning. Felt super sassy until I started to sweat through my t-shirt and jacket because this is, after all, Texas, and the temperature went from 42 to 62 in 20 minutes.
I got lots of compliments on my pretty cowl. It always feels good when people recognize your hard work and tell you that they like something you made with your own hands. It's just lovely. It's sort of like a performance. You create something and bring it out into the world. Sort of like birthing a baby. Turns out, I'm not the only one who thinks so. Click at your own risk.
Holy shitballs. I don't even know where to go with this, but here are a few thoughts. Number one, hygiene - HEELLLOOO! Number two, seems like you'd pick something other than wool. Maybe a nice bamboo or an acrylic blend. Maybe a nice cotton. And who do you give it to? It's like the most frightening White Elephant gift EVER.
I am officially taking up gardening.