Holy cow, what a craptastic weekend. Friday afternoon I came down with a terrible infection. I felt so awful that evening that when Joe suggested going to urgent care, all I could honestly think was that a) I was too sick to go to the doctor (bad sign) and that b) The hospital is for people who want to live, and at that particular moment I couldn't see the point of prolonging my agony. Saturday I got some antibiotics and painkillers and started thinking that maybe I might make it, and I spent the rest of the weekend flat on the chesterfield, snuggled with blankies and fluids and once my will to live returned, I knit. I knit a secret stealth thing I can't show you, I knit on a pair of socks that have been trudging along, I started a sweater- but mostly I soothed how horrible I felt by knitting on a tiny, perfect baby bonnet.
The yarn is- well, not yarn, technically, but unspun mawata (silk hankies). I love this bonnet. I love how soft it is - 100% silk is hard to beat in the softness department, and how light it is - a remarkable 4 grams, or (according to my conversion stuff .14 of an ounce. (That doesn't seem right - what's the US equivalent of a gram? Isn't there anything smaller than an ounce?)
I love the way that the minute this brand new bonnet was finished it looked like it was a hundred years old and had been taken out of your great grandmothers hope chest - when really it's on its way into mine. (I'm a long way from grandchildren - I hope.)
I love the ribbon, and I love my first bungling attempts at ribbon roses.
I love this bonnet so much that I instantly cast on for bootees.
Naturally. You'd be surprised how much better this all made me feel. Joe's suggested it's the antibiotics starting to work, I say it's the power of the baby bonnet - or maybe silk. One of the two.