It started out innocently enough.
I just wanted to knit a few hats for a friend. And maybe a baby sweater for another friend expecting his first child.
“I’ll surprise her with a hat!” I thought. Then I read in a forum that this can be a bad idea.
I emailed her to ask her if 1) she wanted a hat; 2) if so, please choose from an assortment of online patters I’d found; and 3) what colors she would like.
She emailed back with not only her color and style choices, but she ran out to actually buy a few balls of yarn and sent them to me.
And now the sad tale begins.
I have tons of yarn. I have a barn attic full of yarn. Not only do I have a lot of yarn (did I mention I have a LOT of yarn?), in my search for the appropriate yarns, I found another huge stash of yarn in another attic that’s been there since we moved into this house eight years ago. (I forgot all about it. Hey, that’s where all my brown yarn and mohair yarns went!)
Turns out the best yarns for really comfortable hats are not wool. I have mostly wool yarns. Not only mostly wool yarns, I have very few yarns suitable for soft hats and baby sweaters. In fact–none.
And, although if you’d asked me three months ago what colors of yarn I have, I would have happily exclaimed, “Every color under the sun!”, it turns out I actually have only a warm palette of yarn.
Lots of rust. Tons of turquoise. Many, many soft greens. Gold, pumpkin, orange. Periwinkle blue. Even red. Even a teensy bit of black.
No fuchias. No purples. No bright clear blues or corals.
I’ve also rediscovered why I don’t actually knit that much.
Although I am a competent knitter, and read about knitting voraciously, although I know four different ways to increase stitches, although I conscientiously knit gauge swatch after gauge swatch, although I broke down and bought tons of new knitting needles because I have lost my entire stash in my attic (I hate my attic! It’s too good for storing stuff), although I picked the easiest pattern (a beret–I have knit many berets before) and experimented with dozens of yarns to find the perfect ones….
I actually have a rather profound and pronounced inability to follow directions.
I found all this out this weekend when I spent three straight days knitting what I desperately wanted to be the perfect hat.
And ended up with a giant, floppy, heavy, heather gray-purple hat that is completely unwearable even by me.
And because it’s mostly silk/angora, it won’t even felt down into shape.
And I can’t add elastic to the the cuff/brim (which is way, way too big and loose) because that would be too harsh on tender skin.
Maybe I can make a bag out of it. Or give it to my darlin’ daughter, who looks marvelous in anything she puts on her head. I swear you could give her a pair of
underpants underwear to put on her head, and she could pull it off. In fact, I think we tried this once, and she did indeed look good with underwear on her head.
Back to the drawing board.
p.s. Hey! Maybe I could make a bag out of it!