More than a month later, the egg head hats finally have there little horns, and have become deviled eggs. Fortunately, the hats are big—because the girls are growing (as all proper children should!) like proverbial weeds. Every day, bigger, stronger more interesting. They now stay awake during the day when you visit them, smiling and gurgling. Their different personalities are becoming more and more evident.
They will (willing or unwillingly) wear identical hats for a few more months, and then will start exerting their will. Caroline will be the tricky one to start—she clearly does not like hats-(though she may out grow this)-and is like me in this.
I love to knit hats, but this winter, the coldest, snowiest one in 20 years found me wearing a hat fewer than a dozen times—and truth be told, it was closer to half a dozen times. I like and have worn fancy hats (and wear my own lace hat design more in the summer than I ever wear wool hats in the winter) but I don't much like any hat (in any fiber!) that sits close to my head—and I hate hats that cover my ears. Only when its cold enough that I think my ears are going to freeze do I don a winter hat—and that's not often.
Instead of working it, Or on the baby sweaters... I have been knitting up some holiday eggs....
I've made eggs like this in the past, (the 3 as a group are a ten or so years old). When I sold my house and moved to this apartment a dozen years ago, I gave away 2 dozen eggs to a neighbor. She had a small dogwood tree in her front yard that was hung with dozens of (store bought) egg.
Fancy eggs (but not too fancy!) are something that's been in the family for some 40 years. Some of my eggs were blown (and nicely decorated, not just dyed), and some were styrofoam, covered with cloth (mock quilting) and some were covered with pearl cottons, and the last of the double dozen were knit.
All of these were fun—for hunts and tricks—blown eggs that cracked, as blown eggs will do, were sometimes tossed at unsuspecting visitors—to startle them. Egg hunts were fun, too, and lost eggs—no problem—nothing lost but a shell.
So here I am, closing in on a half dozen of eggs for the girls. There will be some new ones for me, too, so when the girls visit in future years, they will have eggs to hunt for here, too. For now unbreakable knit ones, later, blown ones, or beaded ones.
The smallest (the light blue chenille yarn) is about the size of a common chickens egg, all the others are closer to goose eggs size. The yarns are all washable ones—all left over bits from past projects..The biggest issue is, I am not much of a pastel person--(as that largest goose shows—those clear bright colors are festive (and work) but are hardly pastel!) and I don't have much in the way of suitable scraps.
I have left overs of Patons Grace (a DK weight cotton) from my summer lace hats—some of the colors are not quite pastels but will work.