Saturday, November 16, 2019
boy with bubble wrap
Saturdays will be ours, now.
Looks like a classic ballet move, right? The camera will fool us all.
This was a post dash across the room, mid-dervish twirl. He spun around in a circle a few times and I howled that he was going to make me throw up! He dashed into the bathroom and came out with a worried look on his face and the trash can.
I made that hat many years ago from sari silk yarn. Just a crocheted cap, but I'd never worked with that fiber before. In its raw state, it's awful. Coarse, tough almost like jute.
I washed it for some reason and it came out all stretched and soft. I braided and beaded a dozen braids into the crown so they hang down like dreads.
The hem is tight, inflexible and never fit me. A hat without a home has found one nearly thirteen years later.
here's a better look at the headwear. makes me want to buy more of that yarn.
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Play it again Sam.
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