I was coming out of Chester subway station, as I always do at around 5pm, and I spotted a real live version of my Skull Scarf coming toward me. In an unusually bold gesture for me, I stopped the kid (he was a skinny teenager, with some seriously "edgy" clothing on, and lots of socially progressive buttons on his lapels) and remarked that I very much liked his scarf.
He was with his mother and indicated that she knit it. I then told her I designed it and told her it was very neat to see one of my designs in action and that she did a fantastic job on it (she did, it was done in a larger weight yarn and was really cool). We chatted knitting a bit, the son remarked that he was the envy of his friends and then she actually took our picture! I have already forgotten her name (silly woman that I am) so I'll just say thanks for knitting my pattern and giving me a nice pick me up at the end of the day.
Of course, that little ego boost made me
stupid brazen. I picked up Urchin and finished it. I grafted it perfectly (boucle yarn makes that difficult to execute, but with nice results) and I completed another fetching hat for Emma. Shit.
My gauge was off, because the thing looked like a chef's hat--very poofy on the top. Not small and neat like the picture. I swatched so this shouldn't happen.
Oh well, the yarn was free and the time was minimal and I learned a few things. I then started my Frivol, and completed one row before I decided to graph the pattern because I like charts much more than written instructions. Finding a free charting pattern took some time (I used this one, and fudged the cable sts that it didn't have) but by then it was bed time. Tonight, it's me and beer and malabrigo.
I was feeling a bit better even though it was chilly today (with a wind chill even) and I was wishing I had a hat. Then I got knocked back on my ass again. On the subway, there was a teen-girl looking very smart in handknit fingerless gloves and a perfect urchin. Perfect, tiny, cute. Now, this does not mean that it would look as good on me, but it was correctly done. Shit.
No, I didn't tell her she had a nice hat. One bold talking to strangers thing every 24 hours only.