Since the new Knitty came out when I was at work on Friday, all I could do was fantasize about cracking into my old stash of acrylic yarn from the days of mile-long crocheted afghans. Unable to contain my glee, I showed the photo to a Russian woman in my office, hoping she too would find it to be a hoot. But it seems hootiness of the Hallowig may not transcend cultural barriers, because she appeared to think it was a hat. Sensing my delight with this pattern, she enthusiastically agreed that this was a wonderful thing and it would really keep my neck AND forehead warm. She also suggested that I make a matching scarf. All the while she was nodding happily. This woman wears Prada glasses and has the most amazing shoe collection I’ve ever seen. She obviously thinks I am insane and have the most horrendous taste in the universe. She will probably ask my boss if she can change her cubicle to the other side of the office for fear that I may consider knitting her something, you know, as a cube-neighborly gesture.
Unfettered by this unfortunate exchange, I brought the printed pattern home and showed it to my knit-weary hub. And a strange thing happened. He loved it. And he asked me to make him a black one. Whaaa . . . ok! He wants it for a potential Halloween costume, but I secretly think he wants to use it to taunt my brother. They’re both, hmmm . . . how shall I put this . . . evolving beyond the need for mammalian cranial coverage. Becoming folically liberated. They’re losing a touch of hair. And they make good-natured ribs back and forth. Hey, I don’t care if he wants to use it to join the circus, I just want to make a freakin’ Hallowig! So I started one this weekend.
I had to put his Manly Sweater on hold for a bit.
Does it strike anyone else as odd that I’m putting a Manly sweater on hold so I can make him a wig? That’s why I love him so.
My sister-in-law also wants a black Hallowig and I’m going to make a yellow one for my cousin. She’ll really get a kick out of it. It pleases me to no end that I live among people who share my appreciation for the stranger things in life.