My pictures are lost.... I'll post one of the finished had when its done, I wanted to show you the before picture because it looked like a hat covered in cow utters... no seriously!
I'm waiting for this hat to finish up in the wash. I'm hopeful it will turn out the way I imagine it might. Of course I could be way off base and this could be a real disaster, but that's the fun part. Someone will wear it right? It's a little on the bright side, but it reminds me of the red angora sweater I had when I was 18.
I was telling Thuy the other day I remember when my Baba passed away I flew out from Toronto to Ottawa to meet my family for her funeral. I thought upon arriving I would be able to change clothes before heading to the funeral home, not the way it went.... I was wearing my new gear for my mom because I knew she would enjoy the secret messages in the clothing and I wanted to cheer her up a bit by putting myself way out there.
I had a bright red angora sweater, the same colour as this hat. I was sporting a pair of wool, red plaid clamdiggers and bright red socks to match my top... oh did I mention the red beret? My Scottish mum met my amazing get up with laughter and horror once she realized it was the outfit I would be wearing to the funeral home. Although I felt extremely self conscious obviously out of place, I held my head high and said a proper goodbye to my Baba.
Oh the secret... as a little girl I was not allowed to wear red, only green. I remember always wanting red everything, especially shoes. Red was banned from my wardrobe because it was not proper for red heads and would clash in the worst way. I was living on my own and could wear what I wanted, and red it was going to be! Also the plaid pants were to inject a wee bit my Scottish heritage :) m Wish I had a picture to show you, I was quite the sight! Blinding sight...
I always think of my Baba when I see this particular colour of red, knitting this hat brought back so many fond memories.
Life is Good!