That wide swath of 2x2 rib, which looks a bit silly at the moment, is going to be a folded-up brim. It's my last cast-on of the old year; I'm calling it Hermione's Hogsmeade Hat because I've been practicing my alliteration, and now it's my birthday knittin'.
I'm 38 today...it's neither square nor prime, but it's a good number. Very rounded. No sharp edges on 38, so I'm looking forward to a good year, with lots of handknits and maybe an actual properly-completed not-the-scary-November-first-draft novel. Who knows? Not me. I don't even know where we're going for dinner tonight. Maybe Indian, maybe Italian...maybe I'll have decided by the time we get into the car this evening, or maybe not. I must drive my family crazy. Happy New Year, all!
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