I don't often knit hats, but this pattern jumped out at me as perfect for Agatha. It comes from Poetry in Stitches, though that hat has crochet ruffles instead of knit ones, and that hat does not have the black band and bow combination.
After the hat was complete, I asked Agatha if she would pose for a picture wearing it. I promised I would respect her wishes regarding my posting, and that if she didn't like the picture, I would delete it from my camera and show it to no one, ever. Agatha is 14 and is full of strong opinions, and I would not cross her because I am still allowed to breathe in her presence and I would never want to jeopardize that. She gave me permission to take a photo with the caveat that it had to show as little of her face as humanly possible.
After taking the picture, I showed it to her and she indicated that she did not hate it! I may have pushed my luck a bit, asking her if I could post it on Ravelry and on my blog. None of it makes any sense, really, because if I looked like Agatha I would do nothing but spend my days hunting down people with cameras and photo-bombing all their pictures.
After some thought, Agatha said yes to Ravelry but no to the blog. Some of you may be thinking, "But wait -- Ravelry has a huge readership while Knitters-Knitters has the oft mentioned, loyal 157. Agatha's restriction makes no sense."
I may have led Agatha to believe that Ravelry is a group consisting of Very Serious Knitters Only, and that there was a rigorous screening process involving the submission of photographs of knitted garments in order to be considered for membership. I mean, I didn't come out and say this, but I may have given an ever-so-slight impression that people on Ravelry would only care about the hat and not the girl wearing the hat.
People on Ravelry can see the hat and its lovely model here. The rest of you will have to picture the hat on a girl with skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as dark as the ebony of my embroidery frame. Yes, I'm invoking that pivotal yet minor character in the story Snow White: her mother. Except that I have no embroidery frame, and I needlepoint instead of embroider. And I'm pretty sure Mrs. White never embroidered a Day of the Dead Dachshund.
At this point, should Agatha be reading, she may feel it would have been less embarrassing to let me post the photo and thereby skip the narration. That's something for her to think about, for the future.
After all, it's not like I've picked her up from school and actually gotten out of the car to meet her while wearing lederhosen, pink and blue argyle socks, and a pale pink and blue striped panama hat. This happened to ...
I'm sorry. I'm not over it enough to talk about it yet.
Also recently completed: the Sunrise Shawl. I feel inspired to write a Jimmy Fallon-esque thank-you letter.
Thank you, Entrelac, for being so easy to do while giving the non-knitter the impression that serious skill and possibly even advanced algebra was involved.
Knitters, however, are well aware that entrelac can be performed by those of us incapable of graphing a parabola.
I didn't post this shawl on Ravelry because I've made and posted it many times, in many different yarns. The pattern is from Scarf Style, and this Noro Sunrise version is currently hurtling its way Up North, Waaaaay North.