Over the past month and a half I've been too busy to do much knitting. To be fair, I've been too busy to do much of anything. Today I went to the library and bought a book on projects that can be made with one skein and in my desperation for something--anything--finished and wearable, I lowered my standards and crocheted my self a hippie hat.

Yeah, I know, crochet is for 90 year olds from Parma, whereas I am an 80 year old from Avon Lake. Hey! Shut up! There's a difference!

Anyway, yeah, I look really tired. It could be bilious green is not my color. Or perhaps yellow overhead bathroom lighting is not so forgiving when you've been waking up at 5:30 every day and working in cubicles. Or maybe I should just give up and realize I need more makeup than just the occasional half-hearted smear of concealer under my eyes. Whatever, my hat is freaking sweat.



I decided to also show off my Lady's "emo scarf," which I knit in lilac and grey to match her emo sweater. Look how gorgeous these colors are.



It's so beautiful it made me hurt on the inside, because why can't people of contrasting colors knit THEMSELVES together in harmony like a chunky ribbed stockinette scarf? The lilac and grey mirror the bruising in my heart. It was so sad I sat in front of my trendy pirate shower curtain and took an emo self picture, just for Vikki. Again, eyeliner would probably help or something. I don't know. Or some sun.



The emo scarf and the hat have kind of worked to hide my need for a haircut, and for that they have served their purpose. Oh, and one last photo for my mom. It's my sweater now, ah ha ha ha ha ha ha! I'll relinquish it for a sandwich. Or some pie. Your choice.