So chic, so French (?). My love affair with berets began when I knitted myself one at school. It was green and fuzzy, made out of some yarn my aunt had found and thought I would like. She was right. I wore this beret all the time, it went with everything (so I thought). Until, one day I accidently left it, along with a scarf, in a room when I was at college. When I came back, the scarf was still there, but, alas, the beret was gone. So, when I learned to crochet, what was the first thing I did? A green beret.
This is the Track Stitch Beret by Red Heart. I like it, it was fast to make, easy to follow, and nice and slouchy. But that is not my only beret, dear reader. No, I have one more tale of woe. A few years ago I was in Oxfam. I was looking for warm clothes, because it was particularly cold and my student house was remarkably un-insulated. There, I saw it. The most amazing jumper. It had sheep, fences, heather, and it was very warm. I fell in love with this jumper and wore it every day. Until last year I put it on the wrong wash cycle. My poor little sheep were shrunk. I could no longer adorn myself with knitted Scottish heather. It was devastating. My poor jumper languished in the bottom of my wardrobe, unloved, unworn (apart from part of one of the sleeves, which I had turned into a purse for a friend). And then, I realised it could be a beret! Berets to the rescue again!
See the sheep?! This is my happy beret!
Sheep beret from the side. I think when this winter ends I will be very sad that I will have to wait until next winter to bathe in the sheepiness. Maybe I should make a sunhat.