Well, the end of the year is upon us once again, but instead of feeling sad about it, this year I feel hopeful and excited for the year to come! Starting this blog and getting to share my crochet patterns with you all has been an amazing experience so far. I’m so blessed to be able to earn a living doing what I love and I am grateful for each and every one of you for your support!
To celebrate the coming new year, I designed this sparkly little gem of a cowl to wear to the party we attend every year at our neighbor’s house. No drinking and driving for us!
I hope your week is going well. Even though I’m writing this post in June, it is never a bad idea to start making hats and scarves so you’re prepared for the coming winter. What was that story about the grasshopper who sang all summer?
Ah, never mind. You get my point.
It’s also funny to think that even though, here in Pennsylvania, we are just beginning our summer, the whole other side of the world is working their way through fall and into winter. So I suppose technically, winter hats and scarves can be relevant year round for at least someone!
I’m all about matching sets. I love sets! So naturally I had to make the Navy Clusters Infinity Scarf to match the Navy Clusters Hat. Sounds logical, right?
When I looked at the original design of the Cream Clusters Infinity Scarf, which is super long, I decided that I’d go shorter this time. Maybe something that could still wrap around the neck snugly to fight off that cold winter chill or even something that could be worn around the neck like a giant fiber art necklace—a statement piece.
I spent the first 13 years of my life growing up in the southern states before my family moved to Pennsylvania. It was a complete temperature shock. I was used to sometimes wearing only a light jacket in the winter and I remember getting a new bike for Christmas one year and I was able to go outside on Christmas day in shorts to ride it.
And then the first year we arrived in the North, they got the worst blizzard they had had in…I don’t know how many years. All I could think of as I looked out our living room window where my mom’s Mustang was buried in white stuff with only the antennae sticking out was, “Where did we just move to?” Dun, Dun, Dun.