My first hat for Jean's hat drive for the homeless is done. Simple is really where it's at sometimes, ya know? I love this thing.
I totally have a thing for ribs. And then there is the brown and gray combo. Crazy-plain and simple, but just perfect.
One of the reasons charity knitting appeals to me is it scratches my Yankee frugality itch. I get to use up scrap stash yarns and make something useful and warm. So in this case, I had some leftover sable brown Lamb's Pride Bulky. I knitted 'til I ran out, and then I joined in some gray to finish the hat. A totally stylin' stash buster!
Another reason is I get to practice techniques with not so much need for perfection. In this case, I got to prove for myself that the knitting trick I read about in a couple places really works -- the one for knitting stripes in rib without getting those weird join lines with the purl bumps sticking out like sore thumbs. The trick is, simply KNIT all the stitches of the first row of a join of color stripe (do not knit 2, purl 2 -- just knit the whole thing). Magically, it does not adversely affect the rib -- it still continues on in the rib, and yet makes the stripes look so much neater and prettier. Hot damn. Simple and awesome.
This hat is knit at a tighter-than-called-for gauge for extra wind protection and warmth. The Lamb's Pride is very warm anyway, with its mohair content (Boy, does that mohair ever increase the warmth factor), but given the way my skin has felt in the wind and cold in our neck of the woods lately, it's all I could think of was to make this thing denser and more windproof.
While I was hunting down the charity yarns in my mess stash, I unearthed another of my knitting antiquities.
This will wake you up if you haven't yet had your coffee:
JUICY! This is one of the first socks I ever knit. It's a feather and fan pattern, in Koigu sock yarn in an incredibly potent tangerine color that was sent to me eons ago by Julie. I love it, but at the time I finished it, it was... well, it was a SOCK. I have not been so much the sock knitter, and I am sure I nearly expired getting through this thing.
I have really quite a full sock drawer, though. I have knitted a few pairs myself and I've been the lucky recipient of luscious handknit socks from (in inadvertent -- or was it? -- alphabetical order: My brain is so organized, apparently, the list came out of my head alphabetically. I noticed that was the case, and left it for our collective amusement.) Cari, Cassie, Cookie, Debi and Stephanie .... and I sure hope I haven't forgotten anybody. Organized but forgetful, that's me. Maybe tomorrow I'll pull them all out and show you my little array of socks. I am rich in the sock love from others (and a few from myself), and each pair is my favorite.
But I digress.
The thing is, I have run across this tangerine orphan a few times over the years, but I had no idea where the remaining yarn was to make the second. Now I have found the lost-but-not-really-forgotten ball of yarn. This is not to imply I have the desire to make the second sock, but then again, that color sure does wake up my brain and make me happy, so you never know.