This past weekend, we all went to the local farm and picked celery, fennel, kale and more kale. Girlfriend told me that she loved celery--that was news to me--and then I realized that she's been enjoying all the hats I knit. A lot. Like, every day, a lot.
Now I have this need to keep her hat wardrobe full. I'd hate for her to get a reputation for wearing the same thing day after day after day.
But then again, I don't want to spoil her.
But then again, but then again, again: I have enough yarn in the joint to keep me busy, and her in new caps, for quite awhile. (Plus, I may as well keep knitting them for her. After all, she'll turn 12 and all of a sudden turn on me like I did when I was that age. I turned on my mom. I wasn't kind to her and it still hurts me that I never got the chance to apologize. I mentioned that to Girlfriend--that I was mean to my mom and never got the chance to apologize and felt bad for it--and she looked at me and said: "I'd never be mean to you, mom.")
So, I'll be knitting a lot more caps. I guess it is my way of reconciling the way I treated my mom when I was just a little older than she is now. I suppose I feel that if I knit enough of them, you know, keep them coming, that she won't be like I was when I was a pre-teen and teen.
BTW: See that blue blob in the bottom right-hand corner? That's her 3-year old cousin, dressed up in his batman cape. We had him all weekend and insisted on wearing it to the farm.