I finished Joe’s ski hat two days ago. So soft and cozy – especially with the cashmere lining. It would keep him warm and thinking of me on his trip. Alas, the poor thing had no shape. I think the wool I used for the main color, lovely and soft as it is, isn’t thick enough or something. Combine that with my loose knitting ways and it just didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped. Joe loved it, but the more I criticized it, the more he knew what was coming. “I’m a better knitter than this!” I cried.
So last night, I pulled it all apart. It came undone surprisingly easily. Which was a pleasant surprise. I took that to mean I was doing the right thing. It’s unlikely I’ll have another hat ready for him before he leaves. May dip back into the stash to see what I can come up with that would be nice for him, and fast for me to do.
I did feel somewhat better about my decision this morning after reading that the Yarn Harlot is facing a similar dilema with a baby blanket. If these disasters can befall her, they can happen to anyone!!