TF loves the handspun hat that I knitted him. He wears it everywhere. The weather has improved, so he doesn’t need it as much as he did. Still, he’s happy to wear, it whatever the weather. He makes hat wearing look so cool.
Of course, once his sisters saw his hat, they started dropping hints. Heavy hints. I knew they would want hats too. Made from the fleece, that they had helped to wash during the summer.
They needed pom-poms too. I rationed out the little of the brown wool I had left, between the two new hats and used more of the orange wool. TF is trying to persuade me to add some more orange to his hat. Hmm. Maybe a bit of swiss darning is called for.
They love their hats.
On the Christmas crafting front, I’ve relented and started crafting in earnest. This evening, I watched Kirstie and slip stitched around the armholes of a waistcoat. I’m loving it. My children have turned into a team of Christmas elves, wearing their new hats. The kitchen floor is constantly covered in glitter, sodium bicarb, flour, bits of thread and tiny, tiny pieces of snipped paper. A few more painted finger marks on the walls, but I don’t mind. The vacuum is living in the kitchen at the moment and everyone is having crafting fun and wearing hats!