koolhaas and friends

yesterday and today were lovely. seventy to seventy-five degrees all day. it inspired me to make a hat. ladies and gentlemen, a koolhaas, made quite easily in a single weekend. what a thrill!

(no fear, there are clothes! it's a sarong, you just can't see it. sorry.)

SOR-RY.

really, though, this hat was like a torrid love affair over the weekend in cabo. never dull, always exciting, and over far too quickly.

it's also got a really great difficulty-to-awesomeness ratio. let's talk about that for a second.

it's pretty fair to assume that, in knitting (as in life), the difficulty of a project usually matches the beauty of the finished product. that stockinette top-down hat? nothing pretty, but hey, it was easy. not to mention the beauty in its simplicity. the estonian lace shawl that ate your lunch and keyed your car? the most gorgeous heirloom on two needles. note the corollary to this rule: some ugly projects can be quite difficult (i'm sure you've seen an ugly christmas fair isle sweater) and some beautiful projects can be pretty durn easy.

it seems as though jared flood (designer of the koolhaas, and others) repeatedly finds the tiny blessed point in the knitting venn diagram where "easy" and "beautiful" meet. this hat, my friends, is not only fun and (relatively) easy, but it's something you won't mind giving to those non-knitters at christmas. and they (dare i say it?) MIGHT like it too.

speaking of muggles, i did want to take a minute to talk about relative stash sizes. i've been reading a (few) book(s) recently by stephanie pearl-mcphee, and she talks of stash sizes that would rival the libraries of alexandria. i'm okay with that. in fact, i thought i had one of those stashes, mostly because anyone who comes into my house can plainly see it. and they comment on it.

it's only on two shelves, for gosh sakes!

doesn't look like much, right? except for the other stuff on my bed.

that might be what they're commenting on.

still, it's not like it looks like a yarn store. the yarn harlot has closets full! CLOSETS!

i'm just talking like this because i'm jealous.

so, it looks like i still haven't been to the doctor. (hush, you.) my finger's looking fine, though, no inflammation, no ooze (not that there was any before, but i just wanted to reassure you). that's all about the chipmunk bite from now on. we'll never speak of this again.

happy mother's day.