Little Sir has taken to referring to himself and his brother as, "the children." I am not sure why. While it sounds cute in theory, waking up to a child yelling, "the children are awake" or "the children are hungry!" a few mornings in a row has killed any sort fondness I had for the phrase when it first became part of the vernacular of our house. The one thing I have learned of late, my "the children" are very needy. But what they were most in need of, apparently, were hats.
Little Sir mentioned on several occasions that he "could really use a a hat, maybe one that was handknit." He further piqued my interest by appealing to the fiber-crafter in me by saying that "it would be nice if it was made from handspun yarn, too." So obviously, he was going to get what he wanted, at least in this regard .
I let him go through all of my handspun and he picked out his favorite. I really nice blue-sy superwash merino dyed by Traveling Rhinos in the Baron colorway that I spun up ages ago (you remember back when I decided to spin a rainbow ? I know it was a really long time ago). I did want to start doing something with my handspun, afterall, so this worked out well.
And you can't knit a hat for one child and not the other, well, you could, I guess, but that would be mean. So I picked some of the Ashland Bay merino (in English Garden) that I spun to knit a hat for Little Mister.
While he normally eschews anything that covers his head, Little Mister has taken a shine (I have no idea where this phrase come from, but I think it's funny) to wearing this hat. He loves it. Which I, of course, think is awesome.
The best thing about these hats are the fact that I just cast on and knit. Okay, reverse that, I took the measurements for the circumference of their heads (they're both huge) and did a small swatch (I know, it was an OMG moment for me, too). I ripped out the swatch (I wanted to make sure I had enough yarn--I did), I did a little bit of math and cast on and knit. Knitting on the fly. I know, it's just a hat (or two, actually), but it was the first time I had this thought of "pattern? I don't need no stinkin' pattern," and was, well, right! Yes, I do feel terribly clever.