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[which_chick]

The hat project is complete except for blocking (making a knitted wool garment wet and gently putting it in the shape it is to have for life so that it can dry that way and get used to the way of things. If this were a sweater, I'd have done the blocking thing before sewing up the sweater, but as this is a hat I could have (mostly) made out of one piece of string, there is no sewing up and therefore blocking is going to happen at the very end.) which I think will flatten out the ear flaps somewhat from their currently rounded old-fashioned football helmet orientation.



Note for the record that I completely, totally, entirely hate pictures of myself. Always. For any reason. The only reason you are getting pictures of me is because I'm pretty damn happy with how the hat project turned out and, unfortunately, you cannot appreciate the niftyness of the hat project without seeing it on my damn head. So, y'know, pictures.

It's not helpful to point out that I don't look that bad -- is that faint praise I hear? I'll be damned... so it is. It's also not helpful to ask what I don't like or what I think is wrong. Most everything, thanks. I like my shoulders and I think my hair is greying attractively. I've got surprisingly good legs, too, but that doesn't do me much good for a hat picture. Other than that, no. I don't like much of anything. Anyway, this is not the time or the place to discuss my huge and massive self-image issues. Let us not go there. We are please to be looking at the hat, for things like fit (it does) and technique (stunning).

Hat is not as purple as it appears in these pictures. It's more blue.

Side view.

Front view. (I'm not stoned. Honest.)

Comments

[zhasper.livejournal.com]

One thing you do have, which doesn't come out well in a photo, is a fascinating LJ. Yours is among my top four favorite blogs of all time :)

[ornery-chick.livejournal.com]

Awesome hat! I'm envious of your knitting skills. And I feel you on the hating self-portraits. I'm actually going to invest in a wigstand to display the hats I have made, to get my ugly mug off my sewing website. 'Cept for the one photo where I was making the Angus Young face, because I look amusingly mean in that photo.

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

I tried putting the hat on Tine (one of the two felines, the dumber and more tolerant one) but he didn't like it very much and refused to sit still for pictures. Also, it didn't fit him worth beans.

My mother googled and found the hat before I had a chance to show it to her in person, so that was rather less of a surprise than I thought it would be.

(reenactment)

Me: Mom! Guess what! I made a llama hat! Lookit!
(Yes, I sound like I'm five. You wanna make something of it?)

Mom: Yes, I know.

Me: What? How did you know?

Mom: Google.

At that point I thought several things, only one of which I said.

Thing I said: Man, I just finished the hat the other day. Google's really ramped up the effectiveness of their indexing.

Things I did not say: So why can't you use Google to locate the PA Farm Show Complex? And dang, why were you googling me? Am I going to have to defend yaoi bondage porn? Please let's not have the anal sex is wrong discussion again.

I consoled myself on the lack o' surprise regarding the hat by telling her to take another stab at A Monetary History of the United States -- it does pick up a bit after the silver part. I told her to skip the silver part altogether if she found it mindnumbingly dull. I also suggested Secrets of the Temple for its exciting discussion (note: I am not being sarcastic.) of inflation and the role of the Fed under Paul Volcker. I figure all of this is payback for her encouraging a much younger me to read The Scarlet Letter, a novel I found entirely void of merit or entertainment. You might reasonably think that adultery had some built-in interest, but in this case, you'd be wrong.

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

*blush*

[ornery-chick.livejournal.com]

My mom's still scared of the Internet, which makes me sad, because I tend to fill small spaces of the Web with pretty pictures of flowers at certain times of the year. I know she'd like to see my garden stuff and home-improvement crap and sewing projects, but she thinks computers are too complicated and that the Internet is a den of porn and sickos.