22 February 2007

Victory Is Mine!

You may remember last week, when I mentioned in a post that over the long weekend, I hoped to try again to get started on the Odessa pattern; previous efforts had not ended well, and I was taking it personally.

I am pleased to tell you that I have prevailed! I have approximately 3 inches knit, and am at the point where if my count is off, I can tell where in the round I need to make the correction. It does look pretty nice, and will look even better once I remove the cat hair ... which is the only reason I wish that I had chosen a light color yarn, instead of the burgundy color. But I digress. Who, you might ask, will be the recipient of the completed hat? The answer is, that depends. If I can fit it onto my head, it will be mine. If not, someone will receive it as a gift. I'll just have to let you know.

(Just for the record, I apparently have an unusually large head ... very few hats for women fit me. My head looks proportional to the rest of my body to me, and no one has ever seen me and exclaimed, "Oh my God - your head is so BIG!" Anyway, I can't remember the last time I used the word "exclaimed" in a sentence.)

Ahem, back to the hat. I will attempt to provide a photo once it's finished, but it could prove to be a challenge, since it's a dark color, and my photography skills (particularly the digital kind) do not lend themselves to awe-inspiring pictures. In the meantime, you can always just go to the picture posted with the pattern, and imagine it in a burgundy color with garnet-colored beads.

Thanks to everyone who sent me kind thoughts and wishes after my post about getting stitches. My headache is not nearly as bad as it was the other day, now it's just slightly lingering. Which could be as much from the barometric pressure as the whole series of events on Tuesday. My jaw still hurts, though it would not hurt nearly as much, if I would stop trying to sit with my left hand on my chin while I'm reading something! Geez. You'd think since every time it happens, I just about pass out, I'd remember not to do it. You'd think. (Especially since there is a bandage over said stitches ...)

Today on my walk home from work, I was waiting at a red light, and a friendly geezer was also waiting (through no effort on my part, I am a Geezer Magnet - ask anyone). He looked over and said hello (they always do), and then noticed the bandage, and said in an amused fashion, "Boy, I'd hate to see the other guy," which I will admit I was not in the mood to go along with, so I said the first line of the "Our Father" in French, so he would think I was a foreigner and didn't understand. It seemed to work, either because a) he spoke French and was afraid I was a French religious fanatic, b) he didn't understand and thought I had no idea what he had said, or c) he just figured I was scary crazy. Any or all of the above work for me.

Bonsoir!

7 comments:

Carol said...

But can you sing La Marseillaise en francais? Hmm, you pumpkin-headed human-lollipop bighead freak?

Carol said...

Um, oh yeah, I meant "pumpkin-headed human-lollipop bighead freak" in the most loving way possible.

Kim said...

I can never find hats, either. Big, huge head here, too.

Bridget said...

Dear Carol - Yes I can sing it en francais. But I felt that would have just been rude ...

Thanks for the clarification, I was afraid you were insulting me. I'll call off the hit now.

teabird17 said...

The trick, actually, is to make up a language, and speak it gently with graceful gesticulations. You might wave your left hand in front of your face while pointing at your feet, for example. Part of your language can be a high-pitched hum. It works every time.

Carol said...

You crack me up to no end! Glad you're feeling better and that you conquered your project!

Scarlett said...

You and Carol are a hoot. I had a crappy night at work and needed a good laught! Thanks!