I´ve spent the weekend on a remote island and as usual it was hard to pick what knitting to bring.
I decided to finish the blue and white Britta hat before I started something new. After a few alterations to the top of the hat I was finally pleased enough to deem it finished and Ludvig agreed to model it for me.
Quite brave for an eight-year-old boy I must say – and I hope that none of his school friends see this blog post or he will be teased at school.
Though, the risk that any eight-year-old boy (in his right mind) would ever find this blog must be very minor, I must say.
Jackie, who often comments on my blog, asked a little while ago how I picked the colours. And I think that I had this pretty Swedish china in mind.
The design is called Mon Amie and comes from Rörstrand china manufacturer. The designer Marianne Westman got the inspiration one rainy Midsummer Eve – but can you guess how old it is?
I will leave the answer in the comments later.
Another reason might be that one of the first signs of Spring is the appearance of the blåsippa:
Yes, of course I know all the names of flowers in latin.
Just kidding. I had to look it up. But one of my sisters knows nearly all the names of flowers in latin. Maybe I should knit her a Britta hat? My mum wanted a Britta hat, too. In cotton. But since I don´t want carpal tunnel syndrome I won´t be knitting her one. Ledsen, mamma.
The second hat that got the seal of approval this weeken was my old Inga Snöflinga hat – even though snowflakes don´t feel quite right this time of the year.
When I knit the lining for the hat in the larger size I forgot to use a smaller needle, so it ended up too wide. It was not a flattering shape – especially not for someone with a very small head and a pea brain to match it (that would be me).
But after re-knitting the lining and sewing it back in place it looked good enough to wear. Ludvig deserved some time off so I did the modelling myself. Took the photo myself, too.
You can´t really see that it´s silver lurex yarn, but it does have a sparkle. If you should ever need a wool hat to go disco dancing in – this is it, baby.