hat stress

Ok, now I'm all hat-paranoid. Like, I just made one that's rather nice, kinda funky (it's drying, so no pictures yet) and kind of odd, maybe, and so I don't know if it's a 'good' hat, or not. ARGH! I made it with my mother in mind, but is it good enough? Will she just be pretending she likes it?

This is not cool. I'm anxious enough about people liking things I make them as it is.

Blargh. Say no to hat stress!

Maybe I'll just make another Obama hat. Most of the people I know would like one of those.

huh.

Looks like I'm guilty of Extreme Exclamation Point Overuse lately. I'm really sorry about that.

I'll try to calm down.

yes we can!

So I'm not one of those crazed-from-the-beginning Obama supporters--I only got on the bus after Hillary was out and he started talking more about policy and less about hope--but I am clearly on the bus now, as witness what I made today:



I also have a wee baby prototype, and luckily I know at least two mamas who'd be happy to have it on their baby's head. I may have to make another one for the other baby. We don't want brawling!

oh no! I may have to buy yarn!

And this is funny, because I just wrote posts in other places about A) all the random hats I have lying around, because sometimes you just feel like knitting a hat, and B) the fact that the guys in my family don't seem that excited about the knitwear I make them.

And now, without my bringing the matter up, I have been accused of keeping all the 'good' hats for myself--I usually only keep the ones I make out of scraps!--and my brother was meeping that I haven't made him a hat or socks. So then I was scrounging around in my yarn, and I really don't have many man-friendly colors. I may have to remedy that. Woe! Agony!

waiting . . .

Though I'm starting to think there's a chance this sweater will never dry, the yarn feels much nicer than it did before I dunked it, so I think I made the right choice.

Speaking of choices, am now trying to decide what sort of short cardigan to make out of the pale green Plymouth alpaca that's lurking in my closet. I kind of want to do something with cables . . . but then there's lace . . . and do I want long or elbow-length sleeves? Maybe something fun with cables and ribs? I'm even considering (gasp!) bobbles. BOBBLES? I am not normally a very bobble-y person. Maybe I'm coming down with something.

oh, the suspense!

So I blocked my February Lady Sweater this morning. You know, because I wanted bits of it to be different sizes, like I said, and I wanted the lace to open up a bit. Plus some of the yarn was kinda scraggly from having been so many other things, and it really needed a bath to help it out.

And now I'm afraid the damn thing is going to be enormous. I guess we shall find out tonight--and the damn thing had better dry by tonight, because it's on my bed, which is the only largish flat space I have.

Damn, I wish I could find my #2s so I could make some socks. I find the #1s make a slightly too rough fabric out of Trekking. :( If I were two sets of #2 knitting needles, where would I be?

Oh, hey, I think I've got a picture somewhere . . .



My sweater, being mysterious. (In real life, it's actually teal with some purple heathering.)

almost there!

Only one cuff left! That's right, approximately 12 rows, and then I need to get some buttons, and voila, I will have a new sweater.

Like with the hot pink yarn, I am thrilled that this yarn has finally found itself a home. Cascade 220 in Lapis, in case anyone is wondering.

And since I have no pictures of it yet, and have had no pictures for a while, let me find you something from the ol' desktop . . .



There we go. Some fireworks from last weekend. It was either that or me in a Viking hat, but I think we should save the Viking hat in case times get really dark.