When it all goes horribly wrong....

A few weeks ago my creative space was about this hat which I was feeling less then inspired about. I could tell it was going to be way to small for me, and I was loathe to undo it and redo it. As I think I have mentioned before I live in Sydney, and though it gets a bit nippy, I really do not need a warm wooly hat. So it sat in my wool pile for a few weeks, sending off waves of resentment, when I finally decided the thing to do would be to finish it and send it off to New Zealand to one of my nieces. Lovely plan you might say, plus it would be the first thing I have made for someone else, so with much excitement it came out of the wool pile...

And is a complete and total disaster, really my first major one in this journey of re-learning how to make things. It is SO small, as in it might just fit a baby, plus it has no give so I imagine it would cut off the circulation to the poor baby's head. It is a torture hat, nice.

I think perhaps this is due to my somewhat laissez-faire attitude to counting my stitches, that and I think I made the puff stitches way to tight. I found them really difficult, not technically but physically, this hat made my hands ache. Which perhaps should have been my first sign that things were not as they should be?

But, trying to look at the positives, apart from being way to small, it is still a nice looking hat. I may even try it again at some point, perhaps after I have done a little more research on tension... which seems to be how I finish a lot of posts. Perhaps I am being really slow at learning my lesson?