My mother mentioned that one of her good friends was undergoing chemo, and would I make a hat? I'd done some for a cousin of ours when she'd had chemo and lost her hair, and I told my mother that if her friend went bald I'd send hats. On a call a couple weeks ago, my mother mentioned that her friend had finally lost her hair, and I quickly whipped up these hats:
The one on the left was finished on one of my trips to Long Island, I took the picture before I left because I didn't think I would remember there. Very simple crochet pattern. I mailed them, Mom delivered them, and her friend raved about them.
So I made more:
Actually, only the two knitted ones on the right are for the friend. All the knitted ones are a plain hat pattern, just cast on a multiple of four stitches, work 2x2 ribbing for a bit, and then simple stitch pattern or not. I can whip one out in a day that has a lot of conference calls, and they are all washable.
The crocheted one is for a court administrator that Mom knows who is also losing her hair to chemo. I entered it in a local fair, it won no ribbons, but it took only a couple hours to whip out so I didn't expect huzzahs. I did think that the pattern was too short for a chemo cap and added a round of the lace pattern to improve it:
Washed and ready, these get delivered to my mother this weekend, and she can hand them around to the ladies next week.
It's Breast Cancer Awareness month. One thing of which people should be aware: The disease is not limited to women. If you have breasts, you can get it, and this includes men. Of course, men usually can rock the bald look better than women! I have made hats for men, to help them stay warm.
The place I get my hair cut (and dyed when I feel like it) is doing a fundraiser later this month. I have been thinking of making some funky chemo hats to let them sell or hand out or whatever, to people who need them.
07 October 2011
04 October 2011
I get the daily set of quotes from The Quotations Page, and like this one so much I want to share it. Since it's too long for a .sig file, here it is:
The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung at random between the profusion of matter and of the stars, but that within this prison we can draw from ourselves images powerful enough to deny our nothingness.
Andre Malraux (1901 - 1976)