The silver lining in having a deadline for a major costume project is that it occupies my vision, my hands, and if I let it, all of my attention. I tried to listen to the football game, though the first half. That was quite enough. On a soggy, windy day in Washington, my beloved Buffaloes were on the fast track to becoming their alter-egos, the Buffalose. I couldn’t witness it. It broke my heart too badly.
Two different members of my family asked me today why couldn’t I buy scarves and piece them together to make this particular costume. Um, that’s not how crochet works. I doubt it would have helped me if I had bought knit ones either. I’m fairly certain neither woman in my family has devoted much time to learning about Dr Who, although at least one of them was familiar with the most recent Doctor. The Tom Baker scarf, according to the available patterns, has 53 distinct stripes in 7 different colors. It would have cost me about twice as much to buy premade scarves as it did to buy two bags full of yarn (with coupons for Michaels).
With two and a half days of diligent work, I’m almost halfway done. The piece I have now is nearly as long as I am tall. I plan on soaking it in a little fabric softener so that it doesn’t irritate my hypersensitive skin, which might stretch it out even longer. By the time I’m done, it will measure somewhere between twelve and fourteen feet.
And it has already been blessed by a little white Rabbit who wants to sleep on it, as long as it keeps mommy pinned down in one spot for hours.
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