Baby Hat City

I finished this baby hat a while ago. It's the Tea Cozy Baby Hat pattern I found on Ravelry. Lovely pattern. Stretchy. I didn't need to make it as wide (tall?) as it is, it's all cuff. But, you know, there are worse things.

I'd knit the pattern again. This one is for my niecephew, due in July. Don't know the sex yet.



I started another baby hat. This is for one of my old college room-mates who's having a boy in June. It's Elann Esprit, 60 stitches on size 4 needle. K3P2 rib for a while, then switch to stockinette. Lovely for watching Disney Channel Original Movies with the kindergartner.

Finishing in Feb.

I still do not know how to spell the name of this month. Long name. Short month.

I'm not sure how to describe how things have been going. Not having time to blog. Or to sew. Some knitting. Easy stuff. Lots of bringing people to practices, meetings, the pediatrician's office, running Excel at home to figure out Girl Scout cookie stuff, paying bills, making grocery lists, keeping all the plates spinning.

Here's something I finished this month, though that was a success.

Socks for the monkey. To take this picture today (he's camping), it took a while to find them. Eventually I found them in his dresser. Each sock in a different drawer. Stored dirty. -shrug-.




Here's the Ravelry info. Trekking sock yarn, really small needles (2.25mm?), 60 stitches, teenage-boy sized feet. Mostly office knitting (it helps in frustrating conference calls to feel like I have something [tangible] to show for my time.)

Fourth Annual Brigid Poetry Reading

Sonnet
by James Weldon Johnson
My heart be brave, and do not falter so,
Nor utter more that deep, despairing wail.
Thy way is very dark and drear I know,
But do not let thy strength and courage fail;
For certain as the raven-winged night
Is followed by the bright and blushing morn,
Thy coming morrow will be clear and bright;
’Tis darkest when the night is furthest worn.
Look up, and out, beyond, surrounding clouds,
And do not in thine own gross darkness grope,
Rise up, and casting off thy hind’ring shrouds,
Cling thou to this, and ever inspiring hope:
Tho’ thick the battle and tho’ fierce the fight,
There is a power making for the right.

Found here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=179020
About the author: James Weldon Johnson (1871-1938)
More about the St. Brigid Silent Poetry Reading.