I don’t know why, but I crocheted a little hat for my bird.

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I had about half a skein of pink variegated embroidery floss left, and I figured if I used it all up, I wouldn’t have to bother putting it away where it belonged.  Plus, Porky needed a hat.  Sorry about the flash.

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My prankster hat is done.


You might remember how my daughter tricked me into making a hat…

I think I like how it turned out.  I made a huge floppy sort of pom pom thing for the top.

It’s a little big for my daughter’s head.  It’s a little big for my head too.  Maybe I’ll have to become one of those gaugers after all.  Of course, it might be easier (and more fun) to make new friends with giant heads.

And even though my daughter “hates knitting,” somehow she has begun a new hat.


You may have noticed that she is using the smaller loom this time.

Apparently this doesn’t count as knitting because she is using a little eyelash yarn.  She plans to make a couple of rounds with eyelash yarn and then switch to the more ordinary yarn.  As you can see, she really “hates knitting.”

Thanks for stopping by!  Maria

Oops, looks like I’ve been pranked!


My daughter told me that one of her friends at school knits with a circular loom to make hats.  She doesn’t have to finish her projects off in some inscrutable, complicated way – she just pulls a piece of yarn through all the loops and ties it.

Well that sounded awfully good to me.  (My daughter’s first knitting project was a loom scarf, and the finishing part was tense.)  So I bought a set of circular looms for her.

She was all excited to use this skein of Red Heart Baby Clouds, which looks and feels suspiciously like Lion Brand Homespun.

She needed a little help getting the yarn on the loom, then she did a few loops and remembered that she “hated” knitting.  I was not thinking, so I offered to see if the yarn was twisted up a little funny or something.  Next thing I know, I’m knitting a hat and my daughter is running away laughing!  But I don’t even know how to knit!  How on earth did this happen to me?

Crochet hat with pom pom yarn edge


I just love pom pom yarn, don’t you?  I recently came across a good-sized stash of Red Heart Spark-A-Doodle yarn.  It’s been discontinued (sad, sad!) so I bought a bunch for the store.

My daughter twisted my arm a little, and I crocheted her a hat.  She didn’t need to twist very hard.  I just love how soft the pom poms are!

I didn’t use a pattern, and that’s why the hat looks like a mushroom.  🙂  I used Festival Mix Fiber bulky yarn for most of the hat, and then I added a row of pom poms.  I had to rip out the pom poms the first time because I spaced them too far apart.  I had one single crochet (with one pom pom) per stitch of the bulky yarn, which made it too tight .  So I pulled out the last row and re-worked it with two single crochets (and two pom poms) per stitch of the bulky yarn.  I’ve started a scarf too.

My daughter is too shy to model the hat, so I had to make do with my fake head.

I really love this light blue color.  I reminds me of a neighbor when I was growing up because she told me lots of times that it was her favorite color.  She was like everybody’s grandma – a very funny, sweet lady.  She gave me my first cup of coffee.  I had gone over to her house to talk because I was upset about the events of Jonestown, Guyana.  (This was in 1978.)  The kids there were caught up in all that murder because they were trying to do the right thing.  Their parents told them what to do, and their pastor told them what to do, and they were murdered doing what they were told.  I was worried that I needed to stop doing things because people I loved and trusted told me they were the right things, and I was afraid I would make a mistake.  I dumped all that on her and I was a bit of a mess.  She took a deep breath and shook her head.  “You’re right, that’s a doozy.  Looks like you’re going to need a cup of coffee.”  She heated up the water in the kettle on the stove and made me a little instant decaf with a whole lot of milk.  She put the cup in front of me and looked me right in the eye.  “Welcome to adolescence, Maria.”