I hereby declare that the next time you see this hat it will not longer…
[I’m sorry to be posting this so much later than my regular posting time. I’ve been down with a sinus infection since last Thursday. I thought I’d feel better by today but I’m just so damn tired. Anyway, I wrote this post yesterday about the one thing that I actually did this weekend. Tomorrow, I’ll be better. Or something.]
Do you ever forget that you’re a blogger? Or not even so much forget as just have a brain cramp and not take pictures of stuff? Then when it occurs to you that you could have had a viable blog post if only you’d taken a picture you feel sort of undeserving of the title knit blogger. Yeah, me too.
Saturday I knit a washcloth. Not my usual ball band washcloth from the Mason Dixon Knitting book but the other washcloth from that same book. The one that’s shaped like a hexagon. You know, the one with the bobbles. It’s a great pattern and you can bang one out in an afternoon if you persevere. And you need less than one ball of Peaches ‘n Cream.
It makes a great hostess gift and that’s why I knit it. See, we were invited to a St. Patrick’s Day dinner at a friend’s house but she wouldn’t let me bring anything. Wine seems so overdone but that’s what I was planning on bringing until inspiration struck on Saturday morning and I decided to buckle down and knit her this washcloth. The yellow/white/lime green color combo was very cheery and spring-like and when it was all done it reminded me of those God’s Eyes we used to make at summer camp. I steam blocked it and then threaded a white satin ribbon through the eyelets. I tucked two cakes of Blessed Juno’s soap inside, drew up the ribbon and presto, a really nice hostess gift.
It wasn’t until Sunday morning that I remember that I should have taken photos for the blog. I’m sure you can picture it, though, as you’re a pretty clever bunch. And speaking of clever, I think I will get clever and knit up some of these every now and again. Then, next time I need a last minute gift, I’ll be good to go. Maybe I’ll even remember that I’m a blogger and take a picture. Don’t count on it, though.