Making what I can.
I’m knitting Jenny a hat. More like a cap. It’s dove gray, with seed pearls, and it’s sort of a swirl pattern, like the top of an ice cream cone. I’m trying to make it summery, because Jenny will be losing her hair in a few weeks.
I used to kid Jenny when she’d sneak a cig: “Jenny! Stop! I know enough people with cancer, thank you very much!” and she’d do her nervous giggle and look apologetic while she lit up. She’s stopped that garbage now.
Today, I commented on an email she sent: “Cute haircut!” Chin-length bob, nice highlights, frames her cheekbones to their best advantage. Took me a while to realize that was her wig.
Jenny has a husband and three kids and two dogs and a sister and some nieces and parents and a million friends behind her. She will get through this. This is what I tell myself when I count out stitches and beads. She will get through this.
