Saturday, April 12, 2025

102 Hats, so far

Thumbnails of hats I’ve knitted or crocheted.

 I’ve made 102 hats. Some knit. Some crocheted. Some as gifts. Some donated. Of those that remain in my home, I regularly wear about 10 of those hats. 

So, what is the point? I don’t know. I craft yarn things to keep my fingers busy, and to free my brain to contemplate. Sometimes, I make something deliberately as a wearable. More often, I feel like trying a technique or construction type, or I find a yarn I can’t resist. Sometimes a funky new pattern will get me going. 

The journey has been about discovering what I will actually make, what I will actually wear, how gauge works, what kinds of yarn I prefer, and how to finish a project. Every one should give it a shot. 

Tuesday, January 21, 2025

Water under the bridge

Brightly colored illustration of my as a fantasy face
The Playground Version
lot of water has passed by since I decided to stop posting. I now live close to the ocean, on the Chesapeake Bay, in fact. Like living outside Washington D.C., I rarely visit the main draw for this area. The first time I walked on the Norfolk beach I thought I would never leave. I did a lot of traveling after that and then came back here. At my age, 73, it’s difficult to think about moving for a lot of reasons. I remind myself I am never satisfied and that the sirens of emergency vehicles don’t sound all day and/or all night. So, I stay where I am. 

Now that Mom is in a parallel universe, I feel a bit untethered. Technically, I’d like to feel totally untethered. While Mom was a rock, she was also a bit of a prison. 

I have no goal for this post. I’m checking my options and attempting to discover if there might be some value in returning to previous activities.