Ya ya. I DID google how to spell chapeau. tau sebut je (complete with French slang) tapi tak tau eja kan?
I remember once upon a time, not too long ago, when i was young, carefree and.. young (which was not too long ago, ehem). I just said ‘not too long ago’ a few times kan? *sigh*. so where was i? yes. Mims and i were brainstorming about themes for her company’s annual dinner. so i (kunun trying to sound tres chic and intelligent) thought of ‘chic chapeau’. Mims gave me a super blank look: ‘shapow to haper kak?’. Makanya idea tersebut telah direject dengan jayanya.
Howevers, the title came back to me, because, Tuan-tuan dan Puan-puan, (dan Cik-cik juga) there was this time, somewhere last year i believe, that i was hot-hot into knitting headgears. I was about to go on holiday to a cold country katanya. Here, at home, the only time i would plop on my fisherman’s hat would be 1) when it rains and i am too lazy to take out my umbrella 2) when the bus aircond is leaking and it is damn difficult to sleep with cold water drops plip plopping on your head, know what i mean? But it’s a difficult decision really, because if i plopped on my hat, my head gets no aircond. but if i don’t plop it on, the water drops plip plop on my head pulak. Bloody plipping difficult decisions about the ploppin’ I tell ya.
sooo anywaaays. enough of plip plops.
So, I had this idea that since this would the ONLY time (probably in my life) that i’d have the chance to wear hats eh? Apa lagi, i scrummaged through my extensive (satu shelf pun tak sampai, but i feeling-feeling extensive la kan) aaaandddddddd knitted a storm of hats. I did. Really. Amazing how, when time is short, and you suddenly needed hats, you actually managed to produce practically one a week. But don’t even try to say ‘Hi’ to me la kan. I’d probably reply ‘Knit two, purl two to you too” or “yes, I’m decreasing, thank you” or most likely “macamana pulak tadi 38 stitches, skarang ada 30 je niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii” while giving you the evil look as if YOU did it kan? And I was in such a hurry, I don’t i even bothered taking notes. To put it bluntly, akak main belasah je la.
Unfortunately I took the patterns out of magazines, and therefore, chicken (fat, overfed, undercooked, but chicken nonetheless) that I am, I don’t dare share the patterns. Nanti I’d be blogging from behind bars pulak. But never mind, we share share pictures. (That one i berani)
Ah-ha. Original pattern versus what happened after i hit my knitting needles with a vengeance in acrylic. Ahahahaha, arrows are where I somehow managed to screw up the ribbing during the decrease, and of course was too lazy to unravel and re-knit. Always remember when people ask “Apsal lain macaaaam je rupanya?” the correct answer would be: “Memang pattern dia macam tu laaaaa”. Make sure you have this supreme-confidence-don’t-you-dare-argue-with-me look ok. Muka bersalah will guarantee failure and kantoi-ness. I actually tried again in pink. But malas want to do the flowers. I did a double-strand thingy with the orange, and single strand with the pink. Esh. Cantik pulak bunge oren tu kan?
Ah-ha. The second pattern I tried. You must remember that I exclusively knit with acrylic. Murah ok. Setakat nak buat main-main ok la. So I expected all my thingies to turn different from the pictures. Actually it’s quite stimulating to see how it would turn out with different types of yarn (ok in my case, ONLY acrylic hikhikhikhik). I’m seriously a ‘whatever’ kind of knitter. As long as I get to knit.
In the end I think I only wore the pink ribbed one. ONCE. As it turned out, the weather was WARM where I went. This always happens to me. Way back when, my dad drove across Europe, we went on the highest Alps Pass (or something). Amazingly cold. BUT NO SNOW. Can? Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.
I’ve also discovered, somewhat belatedly and many knitted hats later, that my head is sooo not for knit hats. Floppy, up to my knees sunhat, ok. Fisherman’s hat that makes me look like I’ve been bertarung di lautan bergelora hats, sesuai. But knitted hats? Tak berapa (to put it mildly). So it isn’t that my hats doesn’t fit my head, it’s my head that doesn’t fit knitted hats. (copy paste this to your smartphones. This may be good and sound reasoning to justify yourself somewhere, sometime).
Sebab itulah gambar ini kecil dan kabur. So I have some sort of dignity left kan?
