In our last episode, the Wartybobbler had (almost) a week to design and knit a warm yet cool hat for her son (who is studying abroad) which was to be sent along with her daughter (who was flying to London to visit the son – which, oddly enough, sounds like something Pussycat, Pussycat did in a nursery rhyme, but we digress).
And so, TA-DA, we present The Hat That Went To London!
(modelled by a family member who is not in
I thought I might write about the agonies I go through as I try to get a hat to fit “just right.” And the inexplicable irony that one can walk into a department store and buy a hat marked “men’s” and it will fill any guy well enough – but try to knit a hat specifically for a guy even if you have a good idea of his head measurement and can try it on a variety of family members who also have heads (which you can pretty much guess are slightly smaller or slightly larger than that of the intended recipient)….Well, Sarah says that store-bought machine-made hats are stretchier.
Anyhow, I only had to rip back the hat twice.
Once when I, knitting it in the round, apparently failed to “join being careful not to twist” and had a charming wool mobius going. And since I had to start over anyhow, I flapped about in agonies over the size and added cast-on stitches (which turned out to be the right thing to do – so I forgive the mobius).
Once when I had finished the hat and started trying it on random family members. And it was too short.
Okay, except on Gwen!
So, there I was Tuesday afternoon, madly knitting away --
gritting my teeth and glancing at the clock.
The usual routine. And 20 minutes
before we had to leave for the airport, I cast off and wove in the ends. And we stuffed it onto the head of the
nearest family member we could find (who wishes to remain anonymous) and took a
few pictures.
And then, The Hat Went To
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