I’d like to show you Bap.
I knit Bap after husband lost the hat I knit him last year in the process of moving house; it was most likely left behind in the rental van.
This is Ireland though, and the mornings are chilly. The wind can be freezing even if the air temperature is not. I could not let the poor man be hatless (and buying a hat was naturally out of the question). And so I dove into my newly recovered stash, found some skeins of Drops Nepal and improvised a pattern.
It was meant to be a basket weave rib pattern, but I made a mistake charting it. I really like the result though. The side on show was originally meant to be the wrong side, but I love the texture. Isn’t it great when a mistake actually improves the finished project? Granted, I know this is not usually the case!
I’ve named the pattern Bap in honour of my lovely funny just-turned-two toddler, who refers to all heads and hats as baps. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know. It’s not English (her daddy’s first language), Dutch (her mammy’s first language) or Irish (her daddy’s second language). We all call our hats and heads baps now. I know, we’re supposed to be teaching her to talk, but she’s equally adding words to our vocabulary.
In any case, it’s not the first time I’ve improvised a pattern, but I’m particularly happy with this result. Also, for the first time, I remembered to take adequate notes so I am planning to write out the pattern and share it here soon, so stay tuned.