When I was in third grade, the ladies of our local VFW taught my Girl Scout troop how to crochet. They taught us a couple of basic stitches and we became professional crochet-ers...okay, not really, but we could make a reeeeallly long row of double crochet stitches. I, on occasion, would break out the old crochet hook and yarn and make small blankets, but I was by no stretch of the imagination good at it. Right before my little prince was born, I was looking for a hat that looked like a baseball for him to wear home from the hospital.
Anyway, I found one on Etsy, but when I got it, it was way too big for him to wear home from the hospital. The other issue was that I fell madly in love with a bazillion tiny yarn hats and hubby said, "No," to spending oodles of dollars on them. It went something like this:
Me: "Ohhhhh...{hubby} look at these little hats!"
Hubby: "No."
Me: "But look at the little giraffe..."
Hubby: "No."
Me: "Fine, I'll just make them."
Hubby: "You don't know how to make a hat." <<< all condescending like
Me: "You don't know what I can do." <<< all irritated and determined like
Okay, so it might not have gone exactly like that, but that's how I remember it. So the story goes on and I find a crochet hook and yarn in a tub in the garage and I started trying to make the hats that I fell in love with online. They got better with time and I started putting pictures of them on Facebook {because my prince is the most handsome feller in all the land}, a couple of people wanted one, and then the owner of a local boutique saw them and wanted some for the store. Long story {not-so} short, I have been crocheting like a mad woman, almost constantly, for the last few weeks and I may never get caught up. Meanwhile, I am helping to make the world a more adorable place, one yarn hat at a time :)
