Yup, I vowed to never make another bucket hat again using that darn kitchen cotton. But it is Owen’s teacher’s birthday. I was going to knit her another scarf but when I went to pick up Owen yesterday—after he threw up at dismissal—his teacher was there, at the nurse’s office with him, lying right next to my pukey little guy in the car bed. ::sigh:: She loves Owen’s bucket hat. She always steals it from him…So I asked her—another scarf or a matching hat. Well, guess what she picked? Luckily, I had another skein of that yellow-blue-green kitchen cotton. Kersti is on hold and the bucket of misery begins.
Owen’s fine—just a nasty little cough. Poor Cameron has it now too. Owen is a trooper. Cameron is more along the lines of your typical male—pathetic! Gracie has golf camp this week and is delighted to be away from the boys and their germs.
Speaking of buckets, here is Cameron’s bucket. We got the buttons from ButtonDrawer. Cameron chose the placement of the buttons with flying fish and diving seagulls. Not exactly what I would choose but it’s his hat.
I really want to start a swatch for St. Brigid. I have to photocopy the pattern. Oh, I just bought 50 plastic sheet protectors. I am going to photocopy the patterns from the various magazines that I want to knit and place them in a binder. Very exciting.