It was me! My second one, to be exact. The first one I picked up after it sat next to the comfy chair for three weeks, circular needles darting me the stink eye. I threw the newspaper on top of it, but I still knew…
The first one I finished was small enough to fit a child’s head. That I give away. But the second one, above, is much better and would fit my head if my hair wasn’t so big.
It fits my husband’s nicely, as he modeled it while donning a french accent. I don’t see it replacing his caps anytime soon.
Between knitting, reading, administering (wrestling) medicine to an injured kitty and really good intentions of working out, seems overall there is goodness found in the dead of winter’s yawning. Like a finished hat.
The animals and I are ready for real spring. And in spring, we’ll be ready for summer. And in summer, fall. And in fall, spring. We’re a never-satisfied bunch.
Well, I better go. I have hats to knit and a workout to do.
Wait, what’s that cows?
You need me outside?
Your lady is on her way!