We love picking out fun little things to bring them, especially the girls, when we travel or go away for the weekend. Our favorite may still be the little hula skirts and bikini tops we found for them in Hawaii last fall.
As Christmas break spread out before us, and our Colorado winter kept us snuggled up inside away from the mounting snow and bitter cold, I suspected the girls might need a field trip and their mother a break! How about we go to the knit shop and get ice cream one day?
I explained the project to their eager little faces: let's go to the store, you can pick out whatever yarn and buttons you want, and I'll make you both a little winter hat. What fun!
About an hour later, I was reminding myself why it is that our only children are dogs and a cat. Sweaty and frazzled, and pulling skeins of silk, angora, cashmere and every other ghastly expensive yarns out of their hands (how could girls so little have SUCH expensive taste???), I was wondering how I would ever get to the easy part... actually knitting something?
We settled on a couple of skeins of yarn, after a little clever sales technique negotiation on my behalf, it was time to pick out the buttons. Buttons flying, me trying to catch them, they settle on similar but different buttons (much like the yarn) and we were out of the shop and off for ice cream.
For the next week, every time we saw their faces looking over the fence, the same question: "Are our hats done yet?" We saw them at another neighbor's holiday open house, and they both came running up to me...
"Are our hats done yet???"
"One of them is!" I respond. Oh god, what a rookie mistake.
They eye me suspiciously. "Which one is done?". Knowing that all future loyalty lies in the critical answer that comes-- finishing one surely indicates that one of the girls is clearly my favorite-- I'm saved by their father, graciously proferring a glass of wine and saving the day. I knew that hats had to be finished, stat.
The girls loved them. They ran around gripping them, tossing them in the air, modeling them on their teddy bears. I'm not sure that I've actually ever seen them on their heads, but that's okay. The joy is in the making, right?
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