It's scarf season! And boot season, and sweater season, and, best of all, tights season. All the best clothes come out in the fall. Ask me how many scarves I have. 19. I keep them in a big wicker basket, the size you would use for laundry. I have a hamper full of scarves.
If I had my way it would never go above 65 degrees unless you were literally on the beach during your vacation. Then I could wear all of my favorite clothes AND never have to shave my legs (except for that one week at the beach). Scarf season also means my compulsion to crochet isn't completely ridiculous.
I'm not sure if anyone actually realizes how much I crochet. My husband works a lot, and he doesn't ask too many questions about the bins full of yarn stored around the house. It's my thing, okay? He plays Skyrim and Minecraft, and I do this. The only difference is I end up with a finished product that I'm sure will be useful to someone somewhere and he ends up with a virtual world made of blocks where pigs walk on ice, and monsters shoot bow and arrows, AND where the tops of trees won't fall down! (Minecraft widows, you know what I'm talking about)
Plus, my girlie sleeps 12 hours at night. 12 straight hours without waking up. You can set your clock by her. If I put her down at 7:30 she wakes up at 7:30am. Or it's 8 to 8. It really is insane. So I have about 4 interruption-free hours in which to crochet every night.
The sheer volume of crocheted articles that have come from these hands is staggering, ridiculous, and a little scary. We were invited to a lot of weddings when we first got married. I made 11 blankets in two years. ELEVEN. Most every family member has gotten some sort of scarf as a gift. I've made dozens of hats, for adults and kids. I've made socks for Zach. I made one glove for myself (never got around to making its mate). I made our Christmas stockings. Once I even crocheted a bikini for someone's bachelorette party. I am not kidding.
And this isn't me bragging. It's me confessing. Because I Can't Help It.
I can't help it. I crave it. You know how when you're in the middle of a book, but you have to get stuff done, and all day you just keep thinking about it? Or how some people are constantly checking their phones? That's how it is with crochet for me. It's an itch. Plus I just can't watch tv without my hands moving, so it's either that or eat (and my post-baby body has kindly requested that I not do that).
Three unfinished crochet projects. Jaina's stocking, a scarf I'll
probably never finish, and what-started-as-a-blanket-but-I'm-
about-to-run-out-of-yarn-so-it'll-probably-be-a-massive-cowl.
Back in February I was put on partial bed-rest for the remainder of my pregnancy. Talk about itchy fingers. Eight hours a day of HGTV is only interesting for so long. I made so much baby stuff. And now it's finally cold enough for her to wear it!
This is the Bumpy Bobbles Beanie (pattern here)
"Mother, I do not appreciate you postponing my dinner to take pictures of me."
"Don't worry about it, darling. Here, where this crown. Now you're a princess!"
Baby Uggs! I make her wear these on a regular basis. Not sure where the pattern is from.
Very weirded out by Daddy's faces behind the camera.
And my favorite
mousey hat. She'll fit in this better by the end of the winter.
She doesn't mind it now, but just wait till she's a teenager.
"Honey! I made this scarf for you!"
"Mom, it's July."
But for now, she's pretty cool with it.
And can you blame her? She looks fabulous.
