This weekend I have mainly been knitting hats.
OK, so that’s not exactly true, I did lots of other stuff too (especially eating), but I did have a couple of 3 hour train journeys to make and had some free time (without kids) when I was away and hubby did point out just before I left that the hat I knitted him about 3 years ago had shrunk and he needed a new one.
So I set off with a set of double pointed needles a ball of lovely green and black Monello trend Adriafil Wool/Acrillic blend, which is a yarn which is slubby and fat in places, plus the end of a ball of black acryllic aran weight, both from my stash, both approved by hubby. I’d dug out some rough notes on how I used to make them (pre sewing renaisance, pre blog) and I set to work on the train, hoping my fingers would remember what to do as the notes were pretty sparse. It became apparent before I arrived in Birmingham that I wasn’t going to have enough yarn (I was knitting it double stranded so the aran bulked the more expensive yarn out). My very patient, non sewing/crafting friend met me from the station and accompanied me round the rag market (there was one yarn stall which had nice stuff but nothing suitable for this emergency) and then escorted me out to Guthrie and Ghani. It was there I managed to pick up some plain black Rico Essentials Super Chunky virgin wool/acrillic (don’t be fooled by the Essentials tag, this was definitely not cheap and cheerful, more expensive and luxiurious) which was just the right weight. I had the hat finished well before the end of the weekend (bar some minimal darning in of ends, I love the lack of sewing up when you knit in the round) and had a few conversations knitters and non knitters about what I was doing too.
But then I had most of a ball of lovely soft black yarn left so I started another hat, which I finished on the train journey back. This one is going to be a present, so shh, don’t tell anyone.
Now I’m on hat number 3, not sure who this one is for. I’m sarting to remember how addictive hat knitting is. But I can stop anytime I want. Anytime. Honest.
Oh, and I may have bought a little fabric and notions whilst I was away too.
Now, where is that yarn stash……