Thank you so much for the emergency visit to try and help me finish my hat. Alas, no-- the hat in the photos here is not our beloved knitted wonder that I have been working on since June squam (with your help, Megan's help and the cast of thousands I have enlisted to try and get me through this project).
Despite all the kings horses and all the kings men -- I blew my top at about midnight the Saturday before squam and gave up. Gave up, stuffed it into the knitting bag (because, hellooo-- it obviously doesn't want to manifest its fullest self and is quite committed to a state of incompletion). That whole reducing stitches and getting tighter and tighter, until I felt my hands enter the pretzel state with circular needle cords bulging from my ears-- my god-- how do people knit hats?
You know, the part on top? Where it sits on your head?
You are a beautiful knitter.
You are an excellent friend.
Thank you for telling me, "hats are hard."
(Probably a lie since that sweater you knit for Jen? Holy cow, woman- flipping awesome. It looked a whole lot harder than a hat. But, sometimes? Lies are so sweet. Especially with cold beer).
Thank you so much for saying you would be willing to finish the hat for me.
Guess what's in your mailbox?