Growing up I lived on a street called Lemon Hill in the “blink your eyes and miss it” coal mining town of Nesquehoning, PA. Our family’s closest neighbor was called Annie. As a teenager she gave me a wonderful gift; she taught me how to crochet.
We spent many hours sitting on her porch swing crocheting our latest projects. Anything from afghans to sweaters, scarves, and beddies.
For too many years since then I have left that talent untouched in pursuit of other things. But now on this trip back to PA I am at it again.
It all started when granddaughter Kaitlyn mentioned that her knitting club at the college was going to be learning how to crochet for a Christmas project. My daughter said maybe MumMum can teach you how to crochet.
Next thing I knew Amber was handing me a brand new crochet hook and some yarn. I took off from there. Remembering some stitches; looking up others on the internet.
Then I thought of a hat I wanted to make: a Cloche. It had to be an updated version of the original fitted hat that was popular during the 1920s. It also had to have a crocheted flower for the side.
Soon a bit of computer research revealed lots of styles. I soon found one complete with a free pattern.
It only took me one day to make from the first chain stitch to sewing on the flower.
Here’s the result: My Hat in a Day! Or, Holy Smokes! It’s a Cloche!