One Short Week, One Beautiful Hat, One Fabulous Prize
The hat is made with two strands of bulky yarn held together to create luxurious cables, so bulky you only use your cable needle for three rounds. To make this hat even more grand add a big fluffy pompom or attach a fur pompom for a trendy fashion statement.
For the sample, I used two strands of Rowan Cocoon Yarn held together, the same color for the brim and two different colors for a marled effect in the body of the hat.
What I know about knitting could fit in Susan B. Anderson’s little pinky tip. I’ve never meet Susan B. Anderson or even seen her in person, but I do follow her on Pinterest, so there you go.
Now you’ve learned two things about me:
1. Don’t know much about knitting
2. Don’t know much about Susan B. Anderson
Why would someone who doesn’t know much about knitting start a knitting blog?
I love knitting. I’m obsessed with knitting. I think about yarn and patterns and needles constantly. I log on to ravelry.com a billion times a day. I’m consumed with thoughts of sweaters, socks, cowls, leg warmers, mittens, gloves, hats, dresses, skirts, slippers, booties, boot toppers, stuffed animals, blankets, and even those strange, geeky knits like this
Five years ago I moved to a beautiful little place called Alta, Wyoming, which is nestled in the valley of the Grand Tetons.
Alta has snow on the ground from seven to nine month out of each year.
That’s a really, really, really, really long time.
Sometimes we can barely see our trampoline because of the snow.
Shortly after moving here, I stopped in to our local LYS (it took me two months to figure out this means Luxury Yarn Store). I couldn’t keep my hands off the yarn. Over the next year and a half I would drop by the store every so often to browse the samples, fondle the yarn and chat with the owner. I finally took the plunge and learned how to knit.
I made this scarf. I ripped it out 15, maybe 20 times. It took me three wonderful months to complete.
It turns out that Alta is a great place for knitting because of the snow. Snow is beautiful and fun to play in, but snow is cold. So here I was, a fledgling knitter, in this beautiful, cold, snowy place, finding an embarrassing amount of pleasure in every cozy stitch.
Then I learned about socks,
then I knit a sweater (a baby sweater, but who’s counting stitches),
then I learned it was actually called a pullover.
Then I went to a writer’s conference in New York City where I met a girl wearing a lovely hand-knit vest. (I learned that knitters wear hand-knit wool vests in July, in NYC…cray-cray!) She told me about Ravelry and that’s all she wrote.
Literally, that was the end of my short, non-profitable writing career because all I wanted to do in my spare time was knit. The only reason I’m writing now is because I’m writing about knitting.