Autumn thoughts (and a full-circle moment) 🍂
Autumn is here. The days are getting shorter, the light is softer… and my bedroom is slowly transforming into what can only be described as a yarn storage facility with a bed awkwardly placed inside.
So today, I wanted to share a small project—but also a little story that’s been sitting quietly in the background for years.
Back when crochet felt like rocket science
There was a time when all of this felt completely out of reach.
Back in high school—an arts school, full of incredibly talented people—some of my classmates could do everything. Drawing, painting, crafting… and not just for fun. In those slightly chaotic, budget-stretched days of renting rooms and counting every coin, being able to make something useful was a real skill. Sometimes even a small source of income.
And then there was one girl.
She made the most beautiful crocheted and knitted pieces—scarves, sweaters, dresses, vests… and these delicate, lacy caps. The kind that, worn over long hair, made you look like you’d just stepped out of a medieval painting.
Naturally, I wanted one.
So I asked her to make it for me—and she did. I loved it. I kept it for years, quietly wishing I had the patience (and the skill) to make something like that myself.
Fast forward to now
Last week, I finally learned how to make those caps.
Which is slightly surreal, if I’m being honest.
What once felt impossibly complex turned out to be simple, quick, and full of creative possibilities. The patterns can be endlessly adjusted, and they use very little yarn—dangerous knowledge, considering my current yarn situation.
So I made three.
Black, red, and purple. Light, decorative, a little nostalgic.
Letting them go (gracefully, I hope)
They’re the kind of pieces that really shine on long hair—which I no longer have—so I passed all three on to a friend.
It felt right. A small loop closing somewhere in time.
Final thoughts
I keep getting more and more ideas, faster than I can possibly make them. There’s always another pattern to try, another shape to test, another “what if” waiting in the corner.
And, as usual… not nearly enough time.
But for once, I don’t mind that so much 🍂
