Miles and miles and miles

I love a deep brim.  Well wait.  I love wearing a deep brim.  It’s cozy, it looks adorable (if I do say so myself), and it lets you fine tune the height of the hat if you’re having a particularly poufy hair day (look, I have rather willful hair, it’s best to plan around it).

Tragically, wearing a deep brim does mean you must first knit a deep brim.  I’m less enamored of that bit.  But by jove I have knit enough hats with skimpy brims to know better.

I want a full five inches of brim at a minimum (five and a half or even six is better…go big or go home).  Come January, I will be absolutely delighted I bothered.  Even if I am downright surly about it now.



Easily distractable

I feel like I *should* be able to show you things in a perfect, logical, reasonable order.  I should knit stuff, take lots of pictures as I go, edit them and write about them, then save them up to show you in the week or two leading up to the debut of the pattern for whatever it was I was knitting.  Like that doesn’t sound like too much to ask for.  But somehow, no.  I cannot quite manage that level of organization.  ⁠

So instead of getting more of the lovely hat that will come out later this month (that light purple one from the other day), you’re getting this beautiful fluffy thing I was obsessed with last week (if you were following me on instagram, you saw me try it on a bunch in totally unsuitable hat weather…which I’m sure you’re SUPER sad you missed).

Well no, it’s not instead.  I’ll still show off the hat for later this month (probably the next post even).  Just not this very second.  This very second this thing is too pretty not to share!⁠

I’m sure you understand!

Opposite day

After the fluffy wisp of nothing of the laceweight hat, I think I need something a bit more substantial for the next project.

This should do nicely.

Even if we are starting things off by having to do a little repair.

I always argue with myself about whether one tiny stitch left untwisted is really worth fixing…but it is.  Because if I don’t, I’ll stare at it ever time I reach for the hat…and that’s not a fair thing to do to an innocent bit of knitting.

Especially when fixing it is so easy.  It’s pretty much always worth doing.

Now all I have to do is hold fast and knit all the ribbing this needs…for I want a really deep brim on this one, and that means a lot of ribbing.  Send bribes.



But first…

Ahem.  But before the shenanigans with the yarn remnants can get fully underway, I need to mess up this perfectly good silk ribbon.

This is how it looked when I got it.  The light and dark yellow ones (top and left) are fine.  The white and orange ones (bottom and right) are too…stark.  They won’t look right with that pile of yarn from yesterday.

So I reeled them off on my swift, tied up the resulting hanks of yarn, and abused them.⁠

I left them to soak in a truly revolting mix of tea (tea leaves left in to encourage blotchyness) and espresso.  Somewhere down the road, I stirred them with a rusty, filthy garden trowel and left that in the mix too (something about iron making things extra grody).  I left the whole thing in the sun for a few hours.⁠

Then I rinsed (and rinsed, and rinsed) the ribbon, let it dry, and wound it back onto the spool.  Then I cleverly took a picture of the spools in a different orientation (because it was that sort of day).  But the bright orange one is the top one in the last picture (much more subdued) and the cream one is the leftmost one in the last picture (decidedly non creamy and delightfully splotchy).

I’m super happy with how they came out, even if I know no one in their right mind will actually ever do this or care that much about having ribbons match their yarn.  But I?  Well I am absolutely delighted.