How very apt that the word finished is perfectus in Latin (at least, it is according to the Internet). Because my earflap hat is perfect! I really can’t tell you just how much work went into the earflaps, but I will say there is earflap detritus all over my couch. I think I knit three or four different ones before the right flap came into being.
When my now-married friends met, she owned a hat that featured earflaps, a big pompom, and pompoms on the ends of the earflap ties. And according to my friend, that hat is the reason her husband fell in love with her. (We all know the reasons are much more varied than that, and include her intelligence, beauty, and kindness.) But she lost that hat within their first year, and he’s been wanting her to get another.
So when I told them over dinner that I was in a knitting slump, they didn’t offer sympathy, or try to find out if there was a deeper reason I wasn’t knitting. No, they said “Knit the earflap hat!” And I didn’t need to be asked twice. We looked at yarn online, and I’d ordered and received it within a week. I started knitting it last Tuesday.
I mentioned earlier that my dad nicely complained that the hat I made him last year (that I do not remember at all, and which I didn’t see while I was visiting over Xmas, so I have no idea what it was or when I actually made it) had gotten too big. So I got some sedate, slate blue Jo Sharp yarn and made him a new hat, working it in k2p2 with as few stitches as seemed safe to make it both tight and big enough.
He came up to Philly today and we went to brunch followed by a St. Joe’s basketball game at the Palestra. Dad went to St. Joe’s, and our family has always been big into college hoops. Amazingly, despite some crappy play, St. Joe’s won by 2 points–scoring those last 2 points with 2.2 seconds to go! The drama!
I got a cold a week ago Tuesday, and I ended up with some major laryngitis. I started off 2006 sounding like a frog, and Monday I mostly communicated with air. I had to expell so much more air than usual to make even the slightest sound! It was exhausting.
Which is why it’s nice that you can just sit quietly when knitting. I made my dad a hat!
Wow, I never thought it would happen. But we just started laundry, and he found it tucked in amongst some dirty clothes. Which means it was in his bag the entire time! Phew!
Edited to add: He claims he had already looked in his bag.
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