To my boys in 12 years, I say, "You made me do it."
If I could give the crazy weather around here a voice, it would probably say something like this:
Hmmmm. What shall I do today? Shall I be cold, so cold that one requires the full-blown winterized coat-hat-gloves ensemble today? It was 60 degrees yesterday, but I'm in the mood for a cold snap. Especially since I see that Claire and her boys are out and about in only hoodies.
Two weeks ago I finally dragged the heavy winter gear out of the basement and sorted through it. As always, we are prepared for Isaac's and Jacob's winter outerwear wardrobe thanks to our steady stream of hand-me-downs, Jacob from Isaac, and Isaac dipping into the rich pile of AnthonyCarlos originals. As I pulled coat after coat out of storage, two fleece snowboarder hats fell out and the boys snatched them up and loved them immediately. There was, however, one major problem: one was yellow and one was blue. NO RED.
"Mommy, I need a red snowboarder guy hat. Let's go buy one."
"Those are from last year, honey. I don't think they make them anymore."
"Well.... can you make me one?"
"Um... well... I could make you a red hat. Not with a snowboarder guy on it, but yes, I could make you a red hat."
"A RED HAT! YAY!"
I am sorry to say that I do not know how to knit. I do, however, know how to crochet, that outmoded grandma art best used for making afghans, doilies, and other lacy things that do not scream MANLY LITTLE BOY. However, I thought I might try to entertain them with the process. The next day we were grocery shopping at the Super Walmart and I drove them over to the yarn section. They each picked out a skein of yarn in the loudest, most obnoxious shade of their favorite colors. And four days later, they each had their hats.
They will look back on this time when they are teenagers and bury their embarrassed, acne-d faces in their hands in the shame, the shame! that their mommy let them walk around town in such dorky hats. However, I am mightily pleased because they turned out less girly than I thought. They are hellaciously warm. And perhaps best of all, my boys ask to wear them.
To those who care (whose number is probably one. Hi Mom!), I couldn't find any crochet hooks around my house smaller than an "N". To eliminate the holey-ness that would result from my usual pattern of a continuous round of single crochet, I used exclusively double-crochet-through-the-post throughout. In the end, I think it achieves a rather pleasant knit-like effect. And turns me into a total homemaker.
Hmmmm. What shall I do today? Shall I be cold, so cold that one requires the full-blown winterized coat-hat-gloves ensemble today? It was 60 degrees yesterday, but I'm in the mood for a cold snap. Especially since I see that Claire and her boys are out and about in only hoodies.
Two weeks ago I finally dragged the heavy winter gear out of the basement and sorted through it. As always, we are prepared for Isaac's and Jacob's winter outerwear wardrobe thanks to our steady stream of hand-me-downs, Jacob from Isaac, and Isaac dipping into the rich pile of AnthonyCarlos originals. As I pulled coat after coat out of storage, two fleece snowboarder hats fell out and the boys snatched them up and loved them immediately. There was, however, one major problem: one was yellow and one was blue. NO RED.
"Mommy, I need a red snowboarder guy hat. Let's go buy one."
"Those are from last year, honey. I don't think they make them anymore."
"Well.... can you make me one?"
"Um... well... I could make you a red hat. Not with a snowboarder guy on it, but yes, I could make you a red hat."
"A RED HAT! YAY!"
I am sorry to say that I do not know how to knit. I do, however, know how to crochet, that outmoded grandma art best used for making afghans, doilies, and other lacy things that do not scream MANLY LITTLE BOY. However, I thought I might try to entertain them with the process. The next day we were grocery shopping at the Super Walmart and I drove them over to the yarn section. They each picked out a skein of yarn in the loudest, most obnoxious shade of their favorite colors. And four days later, they each had their hats.
They will look back on this time when they are teenagers and bury their embarrassed, acne-d faces in their hands in the shame, the shame! that their mommy let them walk around town in such dorky hats. However, I am mightily pleased because they turned out less girly than I thought. They are hellaciously warm. And perhaps best of all, my boys ask to wear them.
To those who care (whose number is probably one. Hi Mom!), I couldn't find any crochet hooks around my house smaller than an "N". To eliminate the holey-ness that would result from my usual pattern of a continuous round of single crochet, I used exclusively double-crochet-through-the-post throughout. In the end, I think it achieves a rather pleasant knit-like effect. And turns me into a total homemaker.
posted by Claire at 3:30 PM
3 Comments:
Those hats are so obnoxiously awesome! Way to go, Claire on appeasing your boys desire for hats in their preferred colors. Such a supermom you are!
What a MOM!!!! YOU ARE GREAT!!!
Those hats are fantastic!!! And you even were so creative to work with a stitch that suited your purpose.
I can follow a pattern, but YOU ARE THE BEST!!!!! I couldn't have done that. What SKILLS YOU HAVE!!!
What did your creative husband say about these gorgeous creations?
And today I'm baking up a storm using YOUR French Bread recipe.
You are a SUPERMOM!!!
(I'll bet you feel a little like I did when I used to make you and Chris things--spreading the happiness everywhere!!!)
YOur Momma is VERY PROUD of her very talented Daughter!!!
Hurray for making hats! Great job...maybe I'll try that next since I've made some mittens.
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