Sometimes, One Really Needs An Open Mind
The mohair hat ended up, well.... really freakin' huge. And did I check gauge? Of course not, because I am a slow, slow learner. It still works as a hat, but it's now a beret rather than the tam I was hoping for. As it's mohair, it's easier to change expectations than change the hat, but I think in future hats, I will be casting on far fewer stitches for the band. My back continues to improve, though instead of leaving Friday's physical therapy session full of spunk and energy like I did on Monday, I was so exhausted that I actually came home and fell asleep--then slept another 10 hours that night, and might have made it to 12 if Theo had thought that appropriate. I have been resting a lot this weekend, which has resulted in the long-promised new sweater finally being cast on and currently resembles some sort of purple ramen-noodley mess that will hopefully be straightened out with some very severe blocking, and because I seem to love frustrat...