I said I wouldn’t overdo it this Christmas. You know, with the whole knitting thing. Last Christmas I made myself a little crazy and I swore I wasn’t going to do that to myself this year.
But somehow I can’t seem to stop myself from knitting hats. They’re so cute. They’re so quick. They’re like little woolly potato chips. (Okay, that sounds pretty gross. Did anyone else just image an old sticky potato chip found in your cardigan pocket?)
It all started with my husband’s Christmas hat. He gets a new one every year.
Made from handspun yarn.
I’m hoping this is going to be our “thing.” When he’s 80 he’s going to have a mountain of hats. He has this habit of not losing things. At some point, that may become a problem. Maybe senility will kick in and help us out with the hat problem.
- Anyway, it started out with my husband’s Christmas hat.
- Then I knitted a couple more because I had some scrap yarn in my stash that was just right for hats.
- Then I decided to knit a hat for my niece. I knitted that hat like I was a jazz musician. Total improv cables. It turned out great.
- Then I realized my new little nephew needed a hat too, so I cast one on. He may need multiple hats. Babies lose hats all the time, right?
This is a troubling hat trend.
