Kind of like a raspberry beret but not the kind you find at a second hand store. This is the kind you find in your mama's knitting basket! I used Fleece Artist's Peter Rabbit - the kind you find unravelled all over the house by the Easter Hare on Easter morning and the Belle pattern by Ysolda Teague.
Oh, yeah - pout for the camera, baby. Don't stop. Okay, you can stop now. I said you can stop. Oh darn, she's stuck again. Anyhow, I had a weird time getting gauge and ended up using much larger needles than the pattern called for thus it looks like Edie can fit half our town's supply of dreadlocks in there. And that's no small feat in case you haven't been to our neck of the woods before.
Phew! The wind changed direction and the pout miraculously flew away. Despite this making her look like a magical Rasta mushroom she loves it and I think she looks adorable in it. She's been wearing it ever since I presented it to her. Present being the key word. She requested upon completion of her spring beret I deliver it to her bedroom in the morning with it all wrapped up like a gift. Oh...kay... Not normally one to totally spoil the children, I wrapped it up in one of her beloved silkies (you know, one of the ones I went on and on about a couple of posts ago), delivered it to her quite excitedly last Friday morning and she must have thought I woke her up for a photo shoot or something for she immediately resumed the pout pose for about a half and hour and refused to open up her gifty. Ah, kids.
Luckily, the draft or something magically shifted directions inside the house and the pout flew away and after a shot of coffee she was open to unknotting her gift. She loves it and has been wearing it nonstop since. There she is up there sporting it while she helped Craig plant strawberries. She was the strawberry dipper - dipping the plants in water for replenishment before sticking them in the ground. Next dipping action will be in chocolate I can soon promise you that! After the strawberry planting on Saturday morning we made our way to the May Day celebrations downtown. It was near impossible to lose her there- just had to look for the giant pink fluffy mushroom head! Hip, hip beret!
