The March Hat: Part 2
Maybe when you were a kid, your mom would say that if you didn't finish your meatloaf and spinach, you'd find it on your plate for breakfast (not saying this happened to me, just saying it might could happen).
At any rate, this is what I found at the breakfast table the next day:
The unfinished hat. Clearly, it wasn't going to finish itself. And since I'm not traveling on a plane for another two months, I didn't want it to just sit around. I wanted to finish it.
So the hubby and I packed it up and hit the road:
After it finished sunning itself on the dash there, I worked on it until we found a place we wanted to stop. There I found a model to try on the hat-in-progress:
This fellow was hanging out at Fantasy Lake in Rolesville, NC. Just beyond in the quarry lake are divers earning their scuba certification. I asked another, perkier fellow there how cold the water was:
"47 degrees," he said.
"Dang, that's cold!" I observed.
We moved on, back to town, where we were enticed by some outdoor rockers to stop here:
We found another model:
This is the mascot for The University of North Carolina. Sadly, the Tar Heels, champs of the 2009 NCAA tournament, didn't qualify for the tourney this year. But the hat seems to have cheered the Ram some.
We sit a spell in the outdoor chairs that enticed us to stop. (Note the hiking footwear. We really had intended to go for a hike before hearing the siren call of Fantasy Lake, then the Rolesville Furn. Co.)
As I crochet, I observe the town's one stoplight at the main crossroad, where traffic is still uncomplicated enough that you can tote a carpet across the road.
We decide to head inside, where we find the perfect table and chairs for our downstairs den and a pretty swell coffee table. By the time we come out, the hat is big enough to be a skirt for our friend, the Ram:
He seems less cheered by this.
We did, in fact, find a little spot to hike and picnic,
And, along the path, we find another hat model:
This is a critter by Clyde Jones. Clyde uses a chain saw to cut and shape the wood, then he nails them together and adds details with found objects, such as plastic flowers for eyes:
Clyde makes all different critters. This is an oddvark, we believe.
After a bit, we head home:
to our own backyard:
(another purely gratuitous shot, to share spring with those of you in climates still blossom-challenged)
After we reassemble our furniture, we head out for a quick trip to China:
(Note the brand-new second ball of yarn. Serena has 170 yards, and I joined the second ball right after the second-to-last lacy row. To be safe, you should get about 230 yards of whatever yarn you use.)
The hat is nearly done. With my feet propped on the new coffee table, I finish up the one row of lacy stuff, then a few rows of rapidly decreasing single crochet. (Another slight modification: I add a final row of sl st 2 tog to close the hole, rather than putting a button on it.)
And here, my lovely stepdaughter, Hana, models the finished hat:
It's a big hat and needs a home on a head full of tresses. Just right for giving some warmth without mussing the 'do.
Suggestions for a home for this lovely, purply, slouchy hat are welcome.