Recently, I changed my blog photo to this:
The story behind the picture is that my chemo-curls had started to get the better of me. Sometimes I looked like Angela Davis…
...and sometimes I looked like Flattop:
So, although you can’t see it in the picture, in an effort to wrassle the curls into some semblance of order, I'm wearing a headband. It's one of a set of three cheesy, cheap, stretchy ones bought at Idolatry*. One is black (non-committal shrug of shoulders), one dark brown (meh) and one a putrid sandy brown (blech).
It then occurred to one that one could knit her own damn headbands and make them any color she wanted! So, out came the needles and yarn remnants and in short order I had two headbands of admittedly pretty tame colors: a gray that goes with my hair (unknown-brand alpaca for those who care about such things)…
And churned out last night, a blue that goes with jeans (Lion Brand Jiffy Thick and Quick for those who care about such things):
Headbands that are more colorful are on the horizon but, that being said, I've discovered that knitting headbands makes me downright twitchy. You cast on, knit an inch or two of ribbing and cast off. Which is all you need but it feels as if you’ve started knitting a hat, made the ribbing, had a severe senior moment and forgot to knit the rest of the hat. Perhaps a better way to way to describe it is it feels like when someone does only the first five beats of “shave and a haircut:" Dum dum-dum dum dum...[silence].
(If I have now made you twitchy, relief is at hand. Read the title.)
* I use a British voice on my GPS and this is how he pronounces Dollar Tree. Of course I glommed right on to it.Posted by Ryan at January 18, 2014 01:40 AM