Sheep go to Heaven..
Soooo.. Speaking of things that are really delayed, posting about this has been really delayed. (Is that becoming a theme around here? Please don’t tell me it’s becoming a theme.) I do want to show it to all of you, despite its extreme lateness. However, I feel like I need a disclaimer that I am not totally off my nut before I tell you what it is. In addition, these pictures are not for the faint of heart. If you are easily frightened, stop now! (Seriously.)
This is what was supposed to be Greg’s birthday present. It is, (in case you haven’t figured it out on your own) a goat head balaclava. Greg loves goats. I do not know why. Now, I have nothing against goats. They make cashmere and mohair, so goats are pretty much alright with me. But why any normal non-fibery person would like goats as much as Greg does, I do not know.
But he specifically asked for this for his birthday. It was not even remotely ready by the time his birthday rolled around, so I had to get him a bottle of scotch instead. (He was not upset.) So instead of a birthday gift, it became a graduation gift. It was made entirely perfect by the fact that his school mascot? Yeah, it’s a goat.
The entire time I was knitting this, I was afraid of it. I was convinced that it was looking at me. No matter where I put it in the room, it still seemed to be looking at me. I promise that I am not making this up. Look!
Try to get away from it’s demonic gaze. Just try!
Despite the fact that I am terrified of this thing (and Greg when he wears it) I’m really proud of how it turned out. You see those curly horns? Short rows. Endless short rows on progressively fewer stitches. The needles were sliding out of the stitches often enough that I seriously considered ending it all with a tiny metal DPN to the temple, but I persevered. The horns are stuffed with fluff so they’re actually quite substantial. They look GREAT, though they were a pain in the arse to knit. I’m deeply proud of my commitment to this project, though I might not have finished it if Greg hadn’t known about it before it was finished. This thing was frickin’ tough, but in the end, it was worth it.
For those of you who care about the specs, the yarn is Berocco Ultra Alpaca, and the pattern is Baalaclava by the fabulously talented Anne-Marie Dunbar. She has quite a few of these amazing balaclavas, there’s Cthulu, a demon, a dragon, a pumpkin, it’s awesome. Now, before you say “Oh, I would never need something like that!” think for a second. Now, I don’t know about you, but here in Boston it gets COLD. There were days this past winter with biting horrible winds blowing around little ice needles (I will not dignify the little chips of wintery horror with the name of “snowflakes.” Snowflakes are supposed to be FLUFFY.) when I would totally have worn something like this. Not a goat, probably, but something that would cover my entire face and keep it toasty warm. I don’t think I could pull off something this terrifying though. Greg, however, loves it. He learned how to ski last year, and if he decides to go again this winter, he can be reasonably certain that he’ll be the only one on the slopes sporting one of these. Which is appropriate, because he is nothing if not unique.