First things first. Here’s some belated eye candy:
Anyway, I’ve been away for a few days. Not feeling so hot. I had a medical issue last week (Maggie wasn’t the only one) and followed up with a doctor’s appointment yesterday. I’m sure it’s nothing, but it might be exacerbating my usual complete and utter exhaustion…
OK, enough of me. Let me show you some more cell phone photos:
That’s right! The striped hat is actually DONE. Bad yarn karma (BYK) banished. And just in time, considering we went out to a Phillies/Nationals game the other night and it was COLD. Actually, I finished it just minutes before the DC United game I went to last Saturday, when it was cold and rainy.
You see, when DC had its faux spring a few weeks ago, we packed all my hats away with our winter stuff. So when the day of the football (soccer) game dawned chilly and damp, I was a bit worried. That afternoon, I rushed home, wove in ends, made tassel, and caught the Blue Line out to RFK Stadium just in time.
That makes two cold RFK visits in one week. And both times, I was thankful for this hat. For months, it’s languished in a bag, slung over a chair back (all the doorknobs are taken). This is the pattern you have to knit to accomplish Level 1 in TKGA’s Master Hand Knitter program, and I’m not very excited about it. It’s OK. Just not the kind of hat I’d choose to make on my own.
But once I got going with the new pink yarn–which extinguished the BYK–it basically finished itself. All stockinette in the round. Knit, knit, knit, change color, knit, knit, knit. Needless to say, I made it in front of the television, watching BBC mysteries from Netflix.
As for the Master Hand Knitter program…I’ve completed all of my swatches and the hat. Haven’t answered the questions yet. But for some reason, I’ve lost interest. Now that I’ve done the work, I’m just not all that concerned about having the Master Knitter title. I’d rather knit for myself, for fun, for art. Not to adhere to someone else’s subjective ideas of perfection.
So, the hat I scorned for so long will go into the box with my other woolies. It’s not the hat’s fault that someone wrote a dumb pattern. It’s kept me warm when no other hat was around…I think I’ve grown a bit attached to it. And all of my swatches will join their friends in my bag-o-swatches, and someday become part of…well…something. A throw, perhaps?
(I can’t toss a perfectly good swatch, can you?)