Sometimes, they know just what to do
Having finished the Palindrome Scarf and a pair of mittens that I had to have right now, I cast on yesterday for a hat for either Thing 1 or Thing 2. I was just making it up as I went along. I grabbed some left over Sol from the Husband's aran (every thing is assembled, just working on the neck), and some leftover Plymouth Dreambaby DK from the Spongebob sweater.
I made some 2" ribbing, did a turning row, knit some stocking stitch (all in the Sol), then switched to the red Dreambaby for the remainder, and, Bob's your uncle, Thing 1 (or 2) has a watch cap in grey and red. Incidentally, those are my high school colors. Please try to contain your enthusiasm. Your elation is most undignified.
This morning, while yelling at the kidlets to get ready for school (and hurting my back, again, I'll never learn), I wove in the ends on the hat. A fight then ensued between Thing 1 and 2 as to who got to wear the hat to school.
Now, most rational (and for 'rational' I mean 'good') mothers would have broken up the fight. I, instead, sat there enjoying the calm glow of the knitting goddess that I felt was pouring down on me from above listening to the heavenly choir in my head as Thing 1 and Thing 2 shoved and snatched the hat from each other. I had created something worth fighting over!
The one that triumphed quickly requested that I add his initial to the hat. Cheeky bugger.