Cotton Caps

The days pass quietly. After yesterday’s bright sunshine, the partial cloud cover of today struggles to dampen, the earth, human spirits. But it is Friday. Friday now brings cheer into our little world. The afternoon will bring Attila home, for two whole days. Although the rhythm of this experience called weekends is familiar, having experienced a five day work/school week through most of my life, weekends have a new sweetness to them, having been long lost, and now found.

Yesterday I crocheted a second cotton cap. The first was densely stitched, odd shaped, and tight fitting; perfect for tending camp fires, and working in the bush at the Rideau Camp. Its only fault was that it could be mistaken for a chemo cap, which could be misleading. What was needed for public adornment was a cap that would reveal my head of hair, to make it obvious that it was merely a pedestrian sort of cap.

The second cap is a crocheted mesh, fitting loosely. It should not be mistaken for a chemo cap, and therefore is more suitable for a quick trip to the grocery store, or a walk in the park.

Neither cap is meant for warmth. They are both created with cotton yarn, so that they are absorbent, cool, and will control unruly hair. I don’t look good in hats, but on bad hair days (most days) it is nice to have something to contain the chaos.

DSCF0612 cotton hats Two crocheted caps. They are made with the same cotton yarn, using a single crochet stitch on the left, and a half double crochet stitch on the right. The cap on the right was made yesterday, and is meant for public appearances. The cap on the left was one of my first real crochet projects, was quite experimental, and will be worn working in the bush.

Worldly Distractions

Weather

7°C
Date: 5:00 AM EDT Friday 12 May 2017
Condition: Not observed
Pressure: 101.6 kPa
Tendency: Falling
Temperature: 7.4°C
Dew point: 5.7°C
Humidity: 89%
Wind: NE 4 km/h

Quote

“To see the earth as it truly is, small and blue and beautiful in that eternal silence where it floats, is to see ourselves as riders on the earth together, brothers on that bright loveliness in the eternal cold.”
Archibald MacLeish
1892 – 1982