Set aside my sock projects this weekend to make a hat instead. Easy pattern. I only wish photographing a hat while on one’s own head were as easy:
There’s someone else in the house who’s happy to model hats, though… mostly because once Dot’s picked a spot to nap, nothing short of the zombie apocalypse will get her to move. Thus, a hat on a cat!
I added 32 gauge white florist’s wire along three edges of the brim, to make it poseable. Worked like a charm!
Unfortunately the hat is very warm to wear… possibly because I used the acrylic/nylon Berroco Comfort yarn I had lying around, possibly because it’s a proper hat shape instead of the loose head kerchiefs I usually wear. It’ll be great for putting the top down in my MINI this fall, but not so good for wearing it to the concert I’m going to tonight. Which is where the panic attack comes in, because I’m Very Bad with crowds, and the guys in the band I’m going to see tonight (The Cab) were probably in elementary school the last time I went to a show. In mentally skittering around the edges of All The Ways This Could Possibly Go Wrong, I’d decided that I wanted to wear a nifty knitted trucker hat (instead of the frankly latter day hippie kerchief look). But it’s a warm hat, and the high temp today will be 105F, so I can’t wear my knitted hat of +10 save vs. scene kids.
I’ve resolved to simply Not Think About It, until I’m Already There OMGWTFBBQ! Twiddling my thumbs for half an hour, then I’m going to listen to the live stream of Oregon Public Radio’s Think Out Loud interview with Cat Bordhi and others attending the Sock Summit. Do I even need to say how jealous I am of all the lucky attendees?
I also started improvised knitting on an iPhone holder that will attach to my belt loop with carabiner clips. I was thinking about wearing it tonight because I want to try the new voice memo app to record at least one of the songs. That way there would be proof that I Was Not Too Cowardly To Go. The DH, who has much more concert-going experience than I do, warned that anything attached to my person rather than tucked inside a pocket, preferably right up against the skin, is going to get bashed around a lot in the crowd. (Not Thinking About It. Not Thinking About It.) So I’m not stressed to get that done today.
I think I’ll make some of Barefoot Contessa’s granola bars later. Knitting group is tomorrow morning, and even though I will most assuredly not be hung over, I might not be at my best. Sharing food has a magical way of making others overlook my little eccentricites, I’ve found.