Hole in the Head
October 24, 2007
Clif came home last night, announcing he was DONE with his hat. Which I didn’t even know he was making. He’s off squirreled away at school, making hats. Apparently the second graders knit all day long. So relieved that they’ve done away with all those tedious math worksheets.
He showed me how done he was:
Like, a half inch left. Knitting down to the last drop. He hadn’t exactly decreased along the way, and I knew he didn’t want to get a tube top out of this thing, so we rigged up a drawstring and ended up with
70 stitches drawn up into some kind of an oculus or a smokehole or a peephole so I can see inside his head.
David, resident style consultant, weighed in, said the hat needed another inch or two.
“Ah, I can pick up and add a brim,” Clif said.