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So...I gave it another try

So, after trying and failing, I thought I would give crochet another shot.  At first it was to make hats for K, see my wiredmommy bolg.  But then I came across these really cool 1920's stlye hats called cloche hats.  So, after an extensive web search I found the pattern for this hat.  (Here).  I had to make a few adaptations, and I would probably change the pattern a little when I try it again, but I think it turned out okay.   


For those of you who know me best, you know that I LOVE hats, and I LOVE vintage, old looking things.  I really like the 1920's era (hence the A-Line Bob).  This hat makes me happy.   Oh, how I wish we wore hats everyday, again.  (And not baseball hats, beautiful hats with big flowers, ribbons, and bow, huuuuugh, oh well.)

Comments

Terésa said…
Ahhh!! I love it! When I die, I want to come back and be you! (Oh, and I would be very happy to take in your unwanted birdhouses!)
October 7, 2008 at 10:24 PM
Eaton Five said…
I love it! The feeling of accomplishing something is something else that I love!
October 8, 2008 at 10:25 AM
Rachel said…
Holy freakin' cow! That's awesome! See? You love to make things and I love to buy creative things! It's a win-win situation. :)
October 8, 2008 at 8:36 PM
Orange said…
What?!!? You don't wear big flowered hats to take out the garbage and drive carpool? I think now is the time for you to become THAT LADY. What better way to start than that oh so adorable crocheted hat?

Think about it.
October 8, 2008 at 10:15 PM
Miss M said…
The expression on your face in the second picture makes me think the hat forced you to wear it and you're mad at it. ha ha ha.

I love it!
M
October 9, 2008 at 1:21 PM
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