TRH (The Retired Husband) was away visiting the olds in Queensland a couple of weeks ago. My neighbour knew I was home alone with the fourlegged little girl. She kindly invited me to join her family for dinner. About twenty minutes before I was due to go over, one of my other neighbours popped in. It had to be a quick chat, I told her. I was expected at 5.20. I didn’t want to keep them waiting.
As we walked out the door, I grabbed the bunch of keys from the table and pulled the front door shut behind me. I had meticulously gone around the house and secured it earlier. Every door. Every shutter. Every. Thing. Was. Locked.
My visiting neighbour and I parted ways next to her house. As she turned to go, she put her hand out to take the keys. I looked at them. I looked at her. And said – Oh my God, J! I’ve left my keys at home! EVERYTHING is locked up tight as a drum!
Fortunately I had taken my mobile phone with me. I rushed to my dinner date, apologised and explained what had happened as I sent an SOS message to son number two. He has a key as he often pops in on his way past. Sometimes in the middle of the night to use the loo.
To his credit, it did not take long for him to respond. An hour or so later, he was at the door dangling my keys in his hand. Lol, Mum. Dad’s only been gone one day and you do this! It’ll cost you.
I had no doubt there would be a payback demand. And of course there was. I received a text from him a couple of days later. He wanted me to make him a scarf. Starting work in the wee, cold hours of the morning must make his neck cold, I guess, so I could understand. It did not seem an unreasonable payback. I texted back What colour? Stripes? Fringe?
Having ascertained the key requirements, I headed off to buy some wool. It couldn’t be that hard. Looking at patterns on the net can be very helpful. It can also be very confusing with too much choice. I decided to wing it, just choosing an easy repetitive stitch that created its own ridged pattern. How much wool would it take? No-one could tell me at the shop. Too many variables. So I bought five 100gm balls. The wool was thick and soft meaning it would take more to create a scarf.
Over the years I’ve crocheted a lot of things. But would you believe I have never made a scarf! Seriously. But it’s just a long strip of stuff with fringes on the ends. I found it difficult to keep the edges straight. The multi-coloured wool I had chosen was not the easiest to work with. Soft, made up of hundreds of threads as fine as hair. No doubt it would be warm and cosy on those cold mornings. Solving the crooked edge was easy. A final row around the whole scarf neatened it up nicely.
But I couldn’t make the fringe from that fine wool. It would end up looking like a mass of fairy floss in no time. So – a ball of normal 8 ply acrylic did the trick, along with the white I had used for contrasting stripes. That of course meant I had a whole heap of wool left over. Enough for a beanie, I decided.
More googling of patterns. I have never made a beanie either. I know. Sad but true. I opted for the easy way out again. I mean, how hard can it be? Using the same stitch, I crocheted a rectangle. It was not wide enough to go around the head. OK. I crocheted a vertical white strip, creating an interesting contrast in the texture. To pull it all together, I stitched some wool around one end and tightened it. A round crocheted disc stitched over the hole and you would never know it was there. To finish it off, I crocheted a turn up cuff from the left over scarf wool.
I even impressed myself! The finished set looks quite stylish I think. We’ll see what Son #2 has to say.
© Raili Tanska
Families are so important, aren’t they. I consider those who visit and follow my blog as my Blogging Family. Kids have been on my mind the last two weeks as my hands were busy crocheting. And as is the want of wandering thoughts, I found myself remembering all the wonderful, heartwarming stories that Sam from Don’t Make It Weird writes on his blog about being a single dad. He does it with style and child-like delight. With equal warmth and love he writes about his own dad.
In his words – I’m raising two beautiful girls who are 6 and 16. I’ve sacrificed, learned, and grown more in the last two years than I have in my *almost* four decades on this spinning earthen spaceball. This is something I’m extremely proud of, and I’m pleased as can be with my simple lot of Father, Teacher, Tutor, and Swim Coach…. I like peace. I like positivity. I like quiet. I like ideas. I like friendship. I like acceptance. I like heart. I like kindness.
Thank you, Sam, for being a part of my Blogging Family.
Steps for Peace
Love – with all your heart