Fit to be tied

Old Mother Hubbard

Went to the cupboard

To get her poor doggie a bone

When she got there

The cupboard was bare

So the poor little doggie had none

Did you know that this poem is talking about King Henry VIII? Ya crazy, I know you were wondering about that. Well actually it's talking about Cardinal Wosley, whom the king hated because he would not divorce the king from Queen Kathrine so he could indulge in his lust for Anne Boleyn (Make your choice wisely Henry, divorce is something they only do in England ;)

King Henry = the doggie,
the bone = the divorce itself,
the cupboard = the Catholic Church, and
Cardinal Wosley = Old Mother Hubbard herself...himself. 

I always thought this nursery rhyme was cool because I have an actual grandmother Hubbard who could have probably fit in the darn cupboard she was so stinkin' small...but now the rhyme just seems twisted. Anyway, that has nothing to do with what this post is about. Stick that in your gee-wiz file to be pulled out at random times during dinner dates and awkward silences. No thanks necessary.

What I did want to say is that I am leaning toward the geriatrics as of late. I have been working with them for going on 5 years now so I should expect them to rub off on me sooner or later, right? I, in my search for productivity, have started to learn to crochet. My grandmother taught me how to chain when I was really young. But now, thanks to the power of Google and Youtube, I am doing a little more than that. I'm kinda proud of them and the work I put into them. I'm far from done, but here's what I got so far:

Cap w/ brim
Stitches: Double half

Cap w/ brim
Stitches: Double half

Kingston/Flop hat
Stitches: Puff, double half, half

Cherry Tree w/ side turned up
Stitches: Double half, and needle point

For some reason Austin was reluctant to pose as a model for girly head ware. So I thought "What the heck. It's my blog I can do whatever I want"

It takes be about a day to finish a full hat. I was doing one a day, but by the time I got to number four my fingers started to feel like they were being ripped off of my hand. I decided it was okay to engage in grandmaly activities, but it's not okay to feel like one. So I've let up a little.