Okay, someone out there needs to teach me how to knit.
Because how cute is this hand-knit hat?
My friend Anna (from GoGetYourJacket.com) made this for William. It arrived yesterday in the mail, and of course, I couldn't wait to try it on him. We took a short break from hanging ornaments on the Christmas tree to stage a little fashion show here. He looks a little bit like a knight, don't you think? Er, if knights were very small, rosy-cheeked, and wore rugby shirts, of course.
The problem with me learning to knit is this....I already tried to learn once. That was about four or five years ago, when we were living in Twentynine Palms but before we had William. It was kind of a failure. David said he'd never heard anyone swear so much, and given that he spent a decade or so in the Navy, I'd wager that's saying something. I still have the small square that I made, still attached to the needles, lying around here somewhere. I run across it occasionally. It mocks me.
But all my knitter friends make the coolest stuff, and I've been jealous for years. Natalie made a sweater for William when he was born. Jessica made him a baby cap and then she made a scarf for me. My friend Amy knitted Weasley sweaters for our friend Shab's two little boys. And now William has Anna's hat. I want to be able to make something! I can't make anything. I mean, I can write, but that's sort of ephemeral. I do have stacks of old newspaper clippings that are real and concrete, but that's about all I can say. You can't wear a newspaper article on your head.
Of course, I'm not sure I'm capable of making anything else you could potentially wear on your head either...