Oh, sorry, did you expect to see cats? Nope, not yet. Right now, it's hats. Pink hats. Pink hats with ears. Pink kitty cat hats with ears. Pussy Hats. A few examples (I've knit five so far)
I know the design and the sentiment behind the design is not to everyone's taste, and frankly I'm not sure about either, but then again I'm usually waffling about most things. Be that as it may, some of my friends and I will be sporting them at the Women's March in Atlanta on January 21. I still have lots of pink yarn left and will be knitting more between now and then, so if you want one, let me know, even if you aren't in the Atlanta area.
The only knitting I've finished this year is hats. After the first kitty hat, I knit a hat for my son, Cory. This is a hat with a story. Cory and his wife were in Ireland early in 2016 and went into a store selling, among other things, knit hats, sweaters, etc. Cory saw a cap he liked and took a picture to show me. He said he would have bought it, but there was a big logo tag sewn onto it, so he asked me to knit it for him. It looked like a fairly straightforward elongated basketweave so I sat down with yarn and needles and began. And very quickly ended up with a mess. There was something missing in the construction that I just couldn't wrap my head around. So, having a great bunch of knitting friends, all of whom are much more talented than I, the hat photo was posted to our Facebook group and I asked for help. It didn't take Doug long to figure out the missing piece and before I knew it, I had a pattern on my computer. Yarn rewound, I started again and soon had what looked like a hat. But it also looked like too short a hat, and when Cory came over to try it on that was quickly confirmed. More unknitting and reknitting and then, SUCCESS!! A nicely fitting, very soft and warm, wool and alpaca hat to keep my boy warm. I figured out the crown decreases, but it's Doug's brain that deserves the credit for making this possible. Please excuse the crappy picture. I took it on the kitchen table at 9:30pm under the light of a table lamp. I'm making Doug his own hat right now, so hopefully will get a much better photo when it's finished.
My next commission was from Jim. I've made him several of the same basic watch caps over the last five years. Except for the first one that was regular wool that he felted, he should still have the other four, but all he could manage to find was one in the closet and he wanted on to leave for when he's in DC and it turns cold. Ok, here we go. Plain warm hat. (Oh, and when he got to DC yesterday, he found the other three in his storage area. Figures.)
I've also been working on a long cowl that I'm pretty sure I won't have enough yarn to finish to the full length, as well as a mitered square afghan that is going to be a surprise gift for someone special. They will make an appearance here sooner or later. But mostly, I'll be knitting pink hats.
Ever since Gracie went to live at the farm where she is rehabilitating, I've gone to see her once a week. If it's warm, I'm able to take her for a little walk and graze, and after she has some treats, we practice "stand" and "come" and other little things to make sure she doesn't turn into a complete lunatic. But when it's cold, it's treats, pet, take a picture, and get my cold self back to the car! She definitely recognizes me when she sees me coming down the road, but after she snarfs up all the apples, carrots, or cookies I bring her, it's back to the herd. I think that's a good thing that she feels comfortable with the other horses, especially since I found out two of the cute horses out there that I always see hanging together haven't been allowed to be part of the herd by the boss mare. Kind of sad and I'm going to give them extra pets the next time I go. Here they are.
They always walk up to see us. The lighter colored one is extremely shaggy and both are friendly. I know they'd love some treats, too, but I really can't feed someone else's horses without permission. (sssh, don't tell if I sneak them a carrot!)
Gracie is also getting shaggy, but she had her new blanket on last Friday. She was also a hot mess. One of the straps was hanging and her mane looked like she was trying to grow dreadlocks! Rasta Horsie!!! Next warm day, she's getting groomed. Here she is coming in for her carrots.
So, that's the last few days so far. We escaped the predicted snow on Saturday, being left with just a little ice in the trees and on the road and really cold temperatures. Places just a little north of here did get some snowfall, though. All is not lost, however. It will be 72 on Friday. For real!!! Winter in the South.
Oh, and don't forget the kitties!