A few weeks ago I got an invitation to my cousin's baby shower. My cousin lives in Colorado, as do most of my relatives, so going to the shower was out of the question. But I set the invitation aside, planning to send something in the mail. Fast-forward two weeks, to this past Sunday. I was talking to my mom on the phone and she mentioned the shower. Oh, crap. I had forgotten about it and it was less than a week away. I thought briefly of knitting a hat, but decided there was no way I'd get it done in time. I considered just sending the hat later, since I wouldn't be at the shower anyway. And then I thought, f*ck it, I'll make the hat and I'll get it there in time for the shower.
I cast on and knitted the first 2 1/2 inches that night during Downton Abbey (speaking of which, wasn't this season awful? I found myself wishing those horrible servants in Brancaster would stage a mass murder-suicide and put us all out our misery). The next night I watched four episodes of Lark Rise to Candleford after the kids went to bed and finished weaving in the last end at nearly 1 a.m.
The baby shower invitation had requested that guests bring a book with an inscription inside, rather than a card, so I popped into the bookstore and picked up three of our favorites (who can stop at one in a book store??). I think this is such a great idea. I never know what to write in a baby shower card (Congratulations? Good luck? Say goodbye to sleep?), but I can always find something to say about books, and each of these has a special memory or experience associated with it. In the morning, I scrambled to find something to wrap it all up in, other than Christmas paper, and came up with some tissue paper to match the hat and a bit of leftover yarn, and stuffed it all in a flat rate envelope, ensuring it will be in Colorado in time for the shower.
Now, I happened to have the yarn, pattern, and needles for that sweet little pumpkin hat on hand because I had intended to make it when I found out I was pregnant with twins.
|Why, yes, this boy existed before digital photography.|
I'd already knitted a sweet little purple eggplant hat for M when he was a baby, and I needed a matching one so each twin would have a toasty warm head. Only I never got around to making it. I feel kind of stupid about that now that I was able to make the self-same hat in only six hours. In my defense, being pregnant with twins left me so tired that when I wasn't at work or transporting M back and forth to preschool or sitting in a hospital bed getting non-stress tests and ultrasounds, I spent all my time lying on the couch, semi-comatose.
So one twin went with a cold head. Just kidding. I'm sure there were plenty of hats, gifted and hand-me-downed and store-bought. Neither of them seems traumatized by the lack of a pumpkin hat, although I really, really wish I had a picture of the two of them together in hats made of veggies they both refuse to eat!
Pattern and yarn info on my Ravelry page.