is she not dancing?
Thank you so much for the emergency visit to try and help me finish my hat. Alas, no– the hat in the photos here is not our beloved knitted wonder that I have been working on since June squam (with your help, Megan’s help and the cast of thousands I have enlisted to try and get me through this project).
Despite all the kings horses and all the kings men — I blew my top at about midnight the Saturday before squam and gave up. Gave up, stuffed it into the knitting bag (because, hellooo– it obviously doesn’t want to manifest its fullest self and is quite committed to a state of incompletion). That whole reducing stitches and getting tighter and tighter, until I felt my hands enter the pretzel state with circular needle cords bulging from my ears– my god– how do people knit hats?
You know, the part on top? Where it sits on your head?
You are a beautiful knitter.
You are an excellent friend.
Thank you for telling me, “hats are hard.”
(Probably a lie since that sweater you knit for Jen? Holy cow, woman- flipping awesome. It looked a whole lot harder than a hat. But, sometimes? Lies are so sweet. Especially with cold beer).
Thank you so much for saying you would be willing to finish the hat for me.
Guess what’s in your mailbox?