the goddess of domestic bliss who taught me how to knit in a circle at Drinking Liberally last week, which sent me home to create this hat, which I (rather obviously) did without a pattern or any plan or pretty much anything in my mind at all.
I was so proud of myself last night upon completion of the hat that I had to do a little dance, and say, "I am a hat making girl!" Yes. Yes I am. I have joined the ranks of the hatmakers, at last. I think I might even be ready for Stitch N Bitch, now that I have become a bonafide knitting freak.
Of course, being a crazed craftster is a slippery slope. The scarves were clearly a gateway drug. And now, I have moved on to hats. Can socks be far behind? Or vests? Actually, more hats are coming. Perhaps hats with brims. I can purl now too. The world is my knitted oyster.