You can’t escape the wrath of my goofy hats, especially if you are a tiny, defenseless baby.
So I finished up the hat I started knitting on the plane to NY last month…finally. I was being a total procrastinator on this, plus I knew I would once again have to look Kitchener’s stitch, because I haven’t managed to free up enough room in my brain to remember how to do it for longer than, oh, 3 minutes. In fact, I managed to mess it up so my hat looks like it’s got a few random perl stitches across the top, but I think I’m over that now.
Anyway, here it is, modeled fetchingly by my hand:
And here is the lucky receipient, my cousin’s newborn daughter Zoe Nicole Parker, taking a snooze: