Finished the hat. My first knitted garment. Woo hoo.
Blood, sweat and tears people. Really. Well not the tears part, or the blood actually. Okay, so I'm prone to exaggeration - it's a minor flaw. Bad hair is worse, far worse and I'm seriously guilty of that. I also seemed to be labouring under a number of misapprehensions with this project.
Misapprehension #1 - I could get away with knitting a swatch straight from the skein. Swiftly re-assessed thanks to Johnny and the fateful words - 'Dis just like spaghetti Mama'. After two hours of untangling, I wound the damn ball.
Misapprehension #2 - Having failed to find the specified 60cm circular needle at the biggest knitting show in the face of the earth, I figured I'd just use an 80cm one. It won't make my life much harder will it?
Misapprehension #3 - despite his total lack of excitement at my new found skill, hubby would be won over by the gorgeousness of the finished article. Hubby found modeling new hat in previously unconsidered configuration.
Do you think I could sell them on etsy? My family, not the hats.