Clowning around

Okay, so it's a jester hat, but a clown hat. But "Jestering around" just doesn't work, clowns aren't identified with particular headgear, and both clowns and jesters are professional entertainers. So it works. Mostly.

I just finished a three-pointed jester hat (mostly of my own design) for my brother. It was done in KnitPicks Yarn of the Andes (Red, Blue Bonnet, and Coal), and size 6 or 7 needles. (I don't remember exactly, and I've been lousy about keeping good knitting notes. Maybe that should be added to my list of resolutions...) It was intended to be a Christmas gift, but I didn't finish it in time. He doesn't know about it (and doesn't read this blog), so it'll be a surprise when he gets it. Since he lives in a Manhattan apartment with a mailbox the size of a package of a airline peanuts (when they bother to give them out--on my last four flights, there was no food at all, not even those lousy peanuts), I'll be sending this to his office, which is a super-corporate high-falutin' place. Ten bucks says he opens the box and puts on the hat right away, just to epater le bourgeois.

Here's Sylvia modeling the finished product. It's a little big on her (natch--she's a baby, after all). She was in a hat-wearing mood and popped Medusa on her head, so I snapped a photo of that, too.