I took my first little hat to a mommies' party the other day, and, well, after the S'mores, I'm sure it was the hit of the evening. A couple of people were even keen to knit some.
And then I made another, and more and more!
I've got one more hat's worth of this yarn left, and then what? Find another bag of scraps in the closet, or perhaps move on to something else. I can certainly see myself churning out another dozen, but perhaps that would be crazy!
(And I won't take any more flash pictures on the black footstool.)
My hat-knitting was interrupted this weekend by a house full of little girls. It was Elaine's 7th birthday.
(I think she's decided that we are okay parents, after all, by the way, but she hasn't taken the sign off her door...)
We played Pass the Parcel and Tape the Hat on the Clown and Poisoned Sweet and Musical Statues and ate popcorn, carrots, cheese, candy, cake and strawberries.
No one cried the entire time, not even Stephen, and Arthur got to wear his party shirt, and zip-off pants with one leg long and one leg short. So, a good time!