rain and baby hats

I'm working on a baby hat for a friend who is due to give birth any day now. She lives in Colorado, which I hear is quite cold. I am using Flash, which is my favorite yarn for baby knits. It's 100% cotton, super soft, machine washable, and comes in candy-like colors. I hope to have enough yarn in these two skeins to make two: one in solid blue with the variegated yarn for contrast, and another in the variegated yarn using blue for contrast. I am going to try to make one a little larger than the other, so hopefully at least one will fit. I have the hardest time sizing baby hats. No matter how exactly I match the gauge, they always seem so impossibly small when they are done. It's difficult to picture just how tiny these little new people are unless you happen to have one on hand to measure.

As for the straight neck sweater mentioned in an earlier post, due to some very, very bad behavior on the part of my dog, Bean, I will not have enough yarn to make the sweater. (If anyone comes up with a way to wind yarn into a shape that is less tempting to dogs than that of a ball, please let me know.) I am researching some sort of tank in a similar shape.

Rainy weekends make for prolific knitters.

Scribbles

From time to time I like to draw in my diary. Now I'm no great artist or anything. I like to draw as a form of meditation. I try to make myself forget about what my mind is registering and draw what my eyes see. It's not as easy as it sounds. For example, if you were to draw your living room chair (which would be a totally normal and hip thing to do, by the way), you might be thinking "chair" as you put the pen to paper. This one thought affects the drawing because your ideas of what a chair looks like (whatever picture comes to you when you hear the word) will superimpose themselves onto it. It is much harder (and makes a better drawing) to draw it as if you have no idea what a chair is supposed to look like. As if you have never in your life seen anything like this. You are just drawing this object in as much detail as you can, line-for-line, according to what you see with your eyes. You just have to trust that the drawing will look like the chair in the end. It's an exercise in faith, really.

On a less cerebral note, looking at the picture I notice that I spelled my husband's name wrong. I am married to Bryan. Although I have nothing against Bran, I am not in a relationship with it.