Life, Hanging in the Balance....
Either that is the start of an emo-poem, or the latest round of hatly violence has taken a turn for the worst.
And since I am rarely (if ever!) emo, lets move on to hatly violence.
Monday, March 31st was a blur of orange yarn and crochet hooks. The newest Yarn Smackdown pattern was released at 8pm EST, and I was determined to finish it before I slept.
Called the "Divine Hat" by Sarah Arnold, it's a lacy little crocheted beanie. I whipped it up in just over two hours, and was on the bottom ribbing when I noticed that I had made a mistake. Not a weensey little mistake, mind you... a big honking, "I read the pattern completely WRONG!" mistake.
In my defense the pattern is white type on a black background in 8 point font. Despite the fact that my monitor is big, the resolution made it darn near impossible to see. So I dug out my glasses, re read everything, consulted pictures of finished and more divine hats than mine on Ravelry and figured out that yes, in fact I was a blithering idiot.
So at around 10:15 or 10:30 pm, I ripped. And ripped, and ripped. I ended up with this:
So sad. I could only save the first 3 rounds. I took a break, got some chocolate and some Diet coke, sat back down and began to crochet again. It went faster this time, and I got the hat done a smidge under 1am, finishing and everything. That's OK. I cannot physically mail anything earlier than 8am because no freakin post office around here (that's within 50 miles) is open anything other than 8-5 (ok, a few are open 7-4, and if I wanted to drive all the way to Concord NH there is one that is open until 6) Point being these mystical things called 24 hour post offices are mythical and legendary in the snowy fields of Vermont. So I was pretty happy with myself and I mailed it very early the next morning.
Well, my opponent also mailed hers early, if not the night before (She does live in a place where there are mythical magical late night post offices. Lucky punk!)
She mailed hers Priority. I mailed mine Priority.
On Friday both hats arrived.
As of right now we don't know who is alive or who is dead.
On the bright side I got lovely natural soap with a nice hat! So if I die, at least I'll be clean and smelling good.
And since I am rarely (if ever!) emo, lets move on to hatly violence.
Monday, March 31st was a blur of orange yarn and crochet hooks. The newest Yarn Smackdown pattern was released at 8pm EST, and I was determined to finish it before I slept.
Called the "Divine Hat" by Sarah Arnold, it's a lacy little crocheted beanie. I whipped it up in just over two hours, and was on the bottom ribbing when I noticed that I had made a mistake. Not a weensey little mistake, mind you... a big honking, "I read the pattern completely WRONG!" mistake.
In my defense the pattern is white type on a black background in 8 point font. Despite the fact that my monitor is big, the resolution made it darn near impossible to see. So I dug out my glasses, re read everything, consulted pictures of finished and more divine hats than mine on Ravelry and figured out that yes, in fact I was a blithering idiot.
So at around 10:15 or 10:30 pm, I ripped. And ripped, and ripped. I ended up with this:
So sad. I could only save the first 3 rounds. I took a break, got some chocolate and some Diet coke, sat back down and began to crochet again. It went faster this time, and I got the hat done a smidge under 1am, finishing and everything. That's OK. I cannot physically mail anything earlier than 8am because no freakin post office around here (that's within 50 miles) is open anything other than 8-5 (ok, a few are open 7-4, and if I wanted to drive all the way to Concord NH there is one that is open until 6) Point being these mystical things called 24 hour post offices are mythical and legendary in the snowy fields of Vermont. So I was pretty happy with myself and I mailed it very early the next morning.
Well, my opponent also mailed hers early, if not the night before (She does live in a place where there are mythical magical late night post offices. Lucky punk!)
She mailed hers Priority. I mailed mine Priority.
On Friday both hats arrived.
As of right now we don't know who is alive or who is dead.
On the bright side I got lovely natural soap with a nice hat! So if I die, at least I'll be clean and smelling good.
Labels: crochet, death by hat, violence
posted by JamieL | 3:36 PM
2 Comments:
I've no real clue what "emo" is (this could be an age thing). But you are indeed a hat-making machine! I can see how the caffeine in your preferred beverage could help, but for a high-pressure, time-sensitive project I usually go with wine. It goes equally well with chocolate but provides a counter agent to any gauge/tension issues along with a mild painkiller to sooth the achey hands, etc. So it's really just for medicinal purposes, of course!
I like this one even more than your first smackdown hat! The swirls in the pattern show really well in that yarn - very nice!
I've never heard of a 24-hour post office. That's crazy.
I'm a life-long Vermonter.
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