No, the two don’t exactly relate to each other. It snowed Sunday morning. Like, the powder kind of snow that I’ve only seen maybe twice in my lifetime. I’m only saying that because there has to be a time before yesterday when I’ve seen snow like this, but I can’t think of one. When Nate was making his snowman, it looked like he was rolling up a carpet. Seriously. It was the weird-freakiest thing. If you’d like a ton of “Seattle family in the snow” pictures, accompanied by my semi-sarcastic commentary, click the link at the end of this post. For knitting content, stay right here.

This is my white hat. It is finished. Please have mercy on me and don’t ask me how I made it. I can tell you generally, but I have no desire to even try to walk you through the decreases. At least not today. I don’t want to have to think that much. But if you’re dying to know, I’ll do my best. (If you want to see it better, there’s a link to a monster-big version of the side shot in my sidebar).

But it’s pretty, no? I was hoping, because the stitch pattern has strands that you pick up and pass over, that the edge around my face would be scalloped. It wasn’t, so my good friend Gayle crocheted a soft, scalloped edge around it for me. I like it a lot. I wanted a somewhat dainty, feminine white hat, and that’s what I have.

I was planning to call it “white hat” and be done, but Nate wasn’t content. He feels that since we named Hayden, all my hats need a name, and a woman’s name at that. (His first suggestion was Maddie. For those of you in the know, I thought you’d enjoy that). I left the naming to him, and while working on a secret project, he came up with Esther Williams. Well, he came up with Esther, and when I protested on account of not wanting my hat named after the “artist formerly known as Madonna”, he clarified. Apparently, Esther Williams was an actor in the 40’s or thereabouts, who was known for her synchronized swimming. It started to dawn on me as he began shifting his weight and looking uncomfortable, why he chose Esther. Yeah, after telling me that my hat sort of resembles her swimming cap, he left the room. Rather quickly in fact. The stinker. So, Esther Williams it is.

As promised, here’s the snow adventure of a Seattle family that quite obviously doesn’t make it to the mountains much.