As Herman Melville once so brilliantly noted, “Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off–then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.”
While, unlike Herman’s epic tale and its central figure, Ishmael, I do not take to the sea when these urges come. Instead, I tend to knit up….hats, so that may Ishmael ever rise from the ashes of literary history and meet me on the street, he may knock my hat off if he misses the sea.
And so today, finding a whole stash of Merino wool left over from a cabled sweater I cast on last winter, I decided to start–and at least come close to finish, if not finish oh so–the Piksi Hat by Erica over at CopyCat, which I have been drooling about for sometime and have yet to knit it up.
The yarn is a pumpkin color–one of my favorites (I adore all things hued of rust, or curry, or deli mustards) and might I say the hat is knitting up fast. I cast on sometime this afternoon and by 5, I was already on decreasing rounds and nearly to the finish line! Woo! A project that may get done pronto. Stat. Asap. It makes me gush and I was so eager to try on what I’d done and snap fotos of it, I accidently dropped a couple stitches in the process, which had me swearing, and fixing it up right straight. It’s all settled now and ready to be finished.
I’ll post fotos of it once its completed, but might I mention I didn’t have any size 8-16 in. circulars with me this weekend and was forced to cast it on using 4 dpns, and let me tell you, it was a task keeping stitches and markers in place–don’t do it! Resist the temptation to cast on something that may be burdensome with the tools you have in front of you. Don’t drool so much over a pattern that insists and begs you to cast it on immediately, like I always do.
File Under: Cold weather, cometh? You can expect to meet me halfway, in this pixi.