For Christmas, I received a bag of really nice yarn from Santa...AKA my momma. I have been drooling over all the different color schemes and have been really looking forward to creating a hat for myself...seems like all I have been doing lately is making stuff for other people. I have a pattern that is absolutely adorable...my mom got her hands on it and has been making $$$ selling these hats EVERYWHERE. Like she will go into the bank, and people will ask her about the hat, and she will make a sell. She has even made a sell at Red Lobster for Pete's sake...Sooo I am eyeballing my yarn, picking my colors and I am steadfast and determined to create a headturner for myself. Yes, that would be all well and good if I could get the blasted thing over my head. I totally used up two balls of yarn on a hat that doesn't fit.
So then, my Mother in law would like a hat. She lives in Florida, and I think, oh, I will buy the type of yarn the pattern calls for, sportweight, and make her a light and comfy hat...same pattern. I finish in record time, hold up the finished product...and dang diddly do dah...same problem. I am soooo done making that hat. My mom told me she will come over after her trip to see my brother and his new babe and make one for me. awww...gotta love mommas and their sympathy.
Well, all that to say, I have been on the quest for a different hat pattern for myself. I found one the other day and finally had a chance to make it yesterday. I like it, and I think it is unique, but like the U2 song, "I still....haven't found.....what I'm looking for..." Me thinks it shall be in the etsy shop verrrry soon. (It's the one in the picture)
And totally off topic...I have not been a teacher for two years now...and all the stress of teaching has totally been a distant memory, however it happened again last night. I had that frustrating, out of control, me standing in the middle of a classroom full of unruly ten year olds dream, trying to write things on the chalk board and the chalkdust is just too blurry on the board...My teacher from fifth grade is usually in my dreams too...she was trying to mentor me but things were falling apart...as they usually do in my school dreams. weird, I know. I just realize, everytime I have these dreams, how much I really don't miss that part of my life.