Not Even Martha Has This
I was commissioned by the girl child to create a floppy hat. A hat like I knit a long time ago. The hat that I considered to be a mistake. The hat that sat on your head like a bloated whale or a pregnant sack of onions. I hated that hat. She, of course, loved it.
I had created that hat by knitting by the seat of my pants. Turned out, the seat of my pants wasn’t very good at knitting.
So, I wasn’t very pleased to receive this request. I hemmed and hawed but maternal guilt drove me to look for floppy hat patterns.
I then found this:
From Made in Brooklyn.
I just finished it, knitting it with scraps of Noro. I made sure to make it floppy…floppy is the key to love. Don’t tell the makers of Viagara.
The directions say to block it over a 10 in dinner plate. I’ve just soaked it and am now blocking it over a pizza pan. Pizza pans make niiiiice and floppy hats.
The funny thing is, while I was knitting it, I couldn’t see a pattern at all. I knew I was knitting it correctly but it looked like a muddled piece of crap.
And then I stretched it out.
I’ll be damned.
Now that is the prettiest damn pizza pan cozy I have ever seen!