Well, in this case, the knitter's husband had no hats. The other night, Mike, not so subtlely, reminded me that he had chosen yarn for two hats while we were in Minnesota. Being that it is January, in Chicago, he was really going to need some follow-through on my part, or he was going to have to buy a new hat. From a store.
Oh, the shame of it. My husband, wearing a machine-knit hat. What would people think? ...I couldn't allow it.
I grabbed the worsted tweed from the cubby. Mike selected a relatively simple cabled beanie. And, I set to work immediately.
By the following morning, a hat.
It's a warm hat. It fits him well. He says he likes it. I think he looks cute in it.
I do like a man in wool.