With days until Christmas, my handmade Xmas is in high gear. So high, that I am driving blindly through ideas without thinking.
My sister is obsessed with mustaches. My sister is also a quasi-hobo, and I fear she may catch a chill as she floats around the earth. So, a mustache wrist cuff was in order.
No pattern needed, I thought, wild with time constraints. I started in earnest, and decided to use a yellow whisker colour to match my sister’s hair. As the mustache grew, I kept it hidden, hoping it would become nicer with age. It didn’t, but I hoped it was self-loathing that warped my perception of the failure. When I gave a pop quiz to my family, none identified it as a mustache. Instead of stopping, I picked up some stiches and gave it ribbing. It still looked frightful, so I embroidered a border to highlight the pattern.
I did this instead: