Mood: Gleeful
Seriously, berets are fantastic. They're flat, and flexible, and can be folded to just about any shape (as long as that shape resembles a pancake), can be knitted or crocheted out of just about anything, and are just great. Why am I going on about berets? Take a look.
Single-stitch for the whole thing, increasing six times per row until it's 10 inches across, work even for two rows, then decrease by skipping every tenth stitch until it fits your head, and work even for an inch.
THAT'S IT. And it only took most of one skein of yarn (using this yarn called 'EcoSoft'--it's great stuff, made out of recycled plastic bottles. But what caught my eye is that the skeins in question only cost $2.50 apiece. And they are surprisingly soft, and washes like a dream. I AM HAPPY.)
Back to the hat. I've already started making another one...see, there's something weirdly addicting about crochting and knitting. If I start a project using one of those forms of creation, I CAN'T STOP. It's worse than reading an amazing book or painting. Because you can put a book or a painting down and it doesn't scream 'Pick me up!! Pick me up!!' every time you look at it. *sigh* So in the last week I've made a beret, a scarf, fingerless gloves, and started another beret. If you know of a good 12-step program I'm all ears.
I'm getting ready to sally forth and run some errands, using Colletta as my mode of transportation. She's been looking really good lately--usually she is on the 'chunky' side (a polite way of saying 'overweight') but riding nearly every other day has got her slimmed down.
Oh! Speaking of riding: I took Violet outside of the pen yesterday for a little riding. She is getting more comfortable with going outside without Colletta, but she still gets all shaky and nervous if we go too close to Main Street (about an eighth of a mile from the other horses). I also lost my wallet while riding in the field... *headdesk* But! Dad and I went out looking for it, and we found it within five minutes! *glee* So my wallet is still safely in my pocket...wait...let me check... *goes to check*
Okay, it's still there. *grin* The dog keeps trying to chew on my hand, so I'm going to sign off and sally forth. *strikes heroic pose*