To me, I feel neglectful. That's a word, right? Neglectful?
Full of neglect.
Beside that, whether or not anyone ever reads what I write (are you all still out there? Please leave me some comments so I know I'm not talking to myself here. Yes, that's a plea. Of desperation.), writing is my outlet.
Things have just gotten inexplicably busy up in here. Despite the fact that my hours at work have been cut in half for the next month to six weeks. Because someone who submitted the paperwork to Medicare mistyped one freakin' date and it apparently takes the government at least 30 days to correct it.
Yay for government health care, right? RIGHT?
This happened last year right around the same time with a different client.
It's always nice to make 50% less right before the holidays.
In an effort to make up some of the missing moolah, I started mass producing crochet hats.
Not because I thought of it, but because a friend of mine on Facebook (you know who you are) prostituted me into it.
And ok, I was totally willing because let's be honest, I'm super flattered that anyone would ever want to buy something I've made with my own two hands when I'm a self-proclaimed crafting loser.
Flattery will get you everywhere with me.
So, I've become that 30-something-year-old freak who now carries yarn and a crochet hook with her in her purse and pulls it out whenever she's sitting still.
Just like an 80-year-old woman.
And no, don't try to talk to me, I'm bloody counting stitches!
The best thing about it is that I feel pretty good about myself because this is something I didn't think I could or would ever do.
I'm even now searching for a giraffe pattern, thinking on a Minnie Mouse, and lusting after a cute little ear warmer with a felt flower.
It's always nice to stretch yourself.
The bad news is that all of these hats are nothing more than trial and error - and thank goodness the people buying them are aware of that and accept it (RIGHT?)
For instance, today, on my ninth hat, I figured out that the stitch I thought was a double stitch actually wasn't.
So there you have it.
Nine hats done completely wrong.
Don't tell anyone, ok?
The other bad news is that I'm pretty sure my fingers are going to start bleeding sometime soon.
I'll try not to get it on the hats.
Here's some of my work:
Yes, you counted that right...at total of FIVE brown and pink owl hats...
And PS, my search for a willing model continues...