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Getting it done, part 1

It is so hard to not feel guilty for using the few hours of kid-free time I have each week not to take care of the house!  I hope that it feels more normal with more practice.

This week, I've been working on "pixie hats" for my little ones.

Partial success.


One hat is significantly smaller than the other.

I'm not entirely sure what went wrong....Other than user error (mine, obviously).

I made a template, tried it on the girls, wrote down some measurements to change it when I used the *real* fabric, and then....Started in on the pink hat.  Cut into the too-small-for-me-now pink sweater.  Didn't actually change the measurements from the template to make the hat bigger for my pink-loving girl. It fits her, barely.  It has much less neck coverage than I had been hoping for. She may only be able to wear it this year.  At age 5.5, she may only *want* to wear it this year.

Take two: for my green loving girl. I measured her head. I measured her head with the template/muslin hat. I measured and tried to err on the side of too big. We'll have to see how it fits later, since she is not here at the moment to try it on.  I'll have to wait to do a hat for the baby until I know whether I got the measurements closer to right this time or not....There are only so many pretty colored too small cashmere sweaters waiting to be upcycled into little pixie hats and mittens.  (No, I haven't started on the mittens yet.  I'm sort of waiting to figure out if I need to hack together enough large pieces of the remaining pink sweater to make a new hat for my oldest....I'm hoping not, because I'm not sure I can make it work.  I should have measured more before cutting!!!)

The hats and mittens from old sweaters have been on my to-do-list for so many years that I don't even remember wearing these sweaters anymore.


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