I took me a break from the Owl Mitt Mania to knit up a hat for a friendly. After shopping around ('cause my momma told me I better shop around) for the design awhile among the ideas mingling in my brainspace, I settled on this. A moustache to warm a melon. Yes, I have a bad habit of starting a project only to change my mind down the road a ways. After tearing out and starting over a few times, the world is generally a better place, though. So, a knitwit's gotta do what a knitwit's gotta do. Funny story about that. The friend I gifted this to has a wonderful grandmother. She is hilarious. She is adorable. She has all the good attributes that wonderful grandmothers have. In abundance. I'm sure you know the type. Anyway, I was lucky enough to meet her at the cinema a while back. My friend had been showing her a couple things that I had knit, this hat included, "back at the ranch" before the fam ventured out to take a stroll through Middle Earth (See The Hobbit, kids. Just quit refusing to see The Hobbit, already). When I was introduced to said wonderful grandmother as "The Knitter", her response was: "Well, better that than a nitwit!" She ain't no nitwit, herself. More of a quick-wit, really. I want to be just like her. I've said it before, I'll say it again, grandmas are the bomb.
Anyway, here's the finished product, folks. A hat very appropriate for the head on which it resides from time-to-time, during days in which the winter winds of our fine state are alive and well and freezing the marbles right out of the melons that are not fortunate enough to have a moustached hat perched upon them.
Moustache on the front.
A little slouchy with a pair of specs on the flip.
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