My, how time flies. Christmas is fast approaching and I am way behind with preparations, for reasons which will soon become clear. I did manage to make a Christmas cake last night, staying up until daft o'clock to take it out of the (brand spanking new) oven. It's now sitting in a tin awaiting a marzipan and royal icing topping which hopefully I'll get round to doing before the 25th.
For some strange reason, I've had the urge to knit a hat. Strange because I don't wear hats. Ever. (I've also knit myself two scarves since I last posted but I haven't photographed those).
I think this is more accurately described as a beret. (The last time I wore one of these was when I was at school and had to wear it as part of the uniform. How I hated it). The two blokes in my life couldn't stop laughing when I tentatively tried it on for the first time. There was mention of a resemblance to someone off the telly and, no, it wasn't Frank Spencer. Needless to say, after that reception, I haven't been brave enough to wear it in public though I do plonk it on my head when I'm in the house and I did wear it in the car on the way back from York last weekend. In the dark. (The postman gave me a funny look the other morning, though, when I answered the door wearing pyjamas and the beret). I'm now knitting another one in a sort of caramel colour.
And when I plonk this one on, it won't look as if I'm wearing a hat at all!