So I was trolling the Craftster boards and came across the crochet challenge. I figured, what the hell, I've got some time to kill before House comes on, why not whip up an entry.
So I did.
My medium of choice was a string of Christmas lights filched from my parents' house over break. Unfortunately, the largest crochet hook in my arsenal is a P, which hardly seemed adequate.
No worries! I'm good at improvising.
Enter Philippe, a wayward French curve left over from back in the day when I was an Architecture student. He has a curly bit at one end which will serve my nefarious purposes well.
Before starting any project it is important to assemble the proper tools for the job - in this case my Christmas lights, Philippe, cherry flavored Jones Soda, chocolate chip cookies, and iTunes with Flogging Molly cued up and ready to go.
Does the all-knowing Jones Soda cap have any cryptic words of wisdom to dispense before we begin?
Apparently, Old acquaintances are important this week. Good to know.
And we're off! I am making A Hat.
Things are proceeding apace. And by that I mean I am blissfully unaware that this hat is going to be quite, quite too small to fit on my head.
Still going. I'm using single crochet for this, by the way, and the little fiddly lights keep getting in the way. Grr.
(I made it to the intramural fields at 2:30, if you were wondering. We had impromptu Ultimate practice. It was fun, and nearly no one got hit by a disc.)
When it becomes clear that I will have nothing like enough left to crochet to the end, I start threading the plug in and out of the two rows I've managed to complete, in a half-assed attempt to give my hat some semblence of a crown.
Look Ma, I've got a wad of tangled lights sitting on the top of my head. Also, I may or may not be stoned. What was in those cookies?
It's far too small, and there's not much I can do about it but frog (this means "take apart," for all you non-crocheting types) the whole thing. This is a long and heartbreaking process (or it would've been, if I wasn't rocking out to Salty Dog at the time), and I took no visual record for fear the images would evoke painful memories.
Just in case the soda-and-cookies combo was bringing some sort of bad excess-sugar mojo to the operation, I switched up my plan of attack to include skim milk, Wheat Thins, and dried tropical fruits. Philippe didn't look too fatigued, so I sent him back into the fray, and I still had most of Swagger and all of Within a Mile of Home to play so Flogging Molly stayed on as well.
And we're off! ...Again!
This time I decided to ignore proper techniques entirely and do the thing in slip stitch.
Again, I only got two rows completed before I had to make with the weaving, but at least it fit this time.