It came with me to a lot of markets but no-one liked it enough to buy it. Until last Saturday, when a woman came along, grabbed it, stuck on her sister’s head and said Right, this is yours. And could I please order one for my son? I’ve just finished his:
Despite all the things I crochet from patterns, this is my favourite thing of all – to just make something up as I go along, changing colours and thicknesses, adding in a row of popcorns here and there, and doing some wiggly beady bits on the top to finish it off. This way, nothing can ever turn out wrong !!!
When I was little, fairies and pixies lived at the bottom of our garden. I like to think they would have worn something like this to keep their little heads warm in the winter.
The first one is actually a Flying Fish gone wrong. It was the first item to be purchased at the next market I attended, so the second one was planned. With extra beads, a curly-wurly and a pompom for luck. There’ll be more…