My Mother Made Me a Hat

So, the movers are coming tomorrow, and though I’m surrounded by exquisite disarray, I feel this is the moment to blog pictures (taken by Kevin) of a very special (perhaps even magical) hat. Because now is the time to celebrate beautiful things. :o)

My regular readers know that I knit. Well, my mother knits on the superwoman level.

She made me this hat.

Look at the hearts, the intricate designs that went into the making of this hat…

The adorable tassel.

Furthermore, it’s some sort of special Scandinavian double hat, basically knitted as two continuous hats that you shove one inside the other, and actually quadrupled around the ears, not to mention that it is made of Icelandic wool, all of which means that I will never be cold again. But also, the first time I sat with the hat (which my mother had given me without comment), examining and appreciating it, I found myself wondering whether she had knitted any fancy designs into the inside hat.

So I pulled the inside part out…

And found a secret inside.

Upside down and backwards inside the hat she made for me,

my mother knitted my book titles.


Yeah, so. Thanks, Mom, for what’s basically the world’s best hat.

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