What issss that?

Mountain Colors Targhee Top Ruby River/Mohair blend (handspun)

Tell me, what do you suppose this is? If you guessed pizza, well you're wrong.

It's that stupid hat pattern I've been following. The troubles with numbers has continued, but I just stopped paying attention to them. Have I told you how tasty Blue Moon's Harvest Moon beer is? It has some pumpkin in the brew. Different, but good. It's handy for helping me ignore the written errors in this pattern. After 1, I barely cared. Two? What numbers?

Speaking of pumpkins, here's the one I'm going to use to block my hat. I bought this pumpkin Saturday with all of the intentions of baking a pie, but it's got the perfect diameter of 22 inches. Yes, that knitted pizza will shrink from its ginormous size to a snug, form fitting, pill box style hat. Well it will if my experiment in knitting without numbers pans out. We'll see. Who knew I had a pumpkin head? Don't answer that.


I've noticed my attempt to keep up with my to-do list is slacking. Whatever. Eventually this stuff will get done. Color has gotten in the way. For some reason, I've never been able to tackle Fair Isle, or stranded knitting. Until now. I admit, I'm smitten with the array of colorwork patterns out there and I really want to learn how to do this. Maybe it's Kristin Nicholas' new book, Color by Kristin, that's leading me down this primrose lane. The book selection came down to two, Kristin's and another that was too pedestrian and matronly to recall here. Every time I turned a page in Kristin's book, I could visualize myself wearing her confections. Seriously, if for nothing else, this book is worth the treat for the eyes in the pattern department. The colors are stunning and the technique will come, I'm sure.