I've discovered something ugly about myself and my knitting world has come crashing down around my ears. Here's what happened...
Friday, in the car, driving children home from school. Sweet, lovely, 7th grade neighbor-child says, "Did you make Joe's hat?"
I reply, "Why, yes!" (blush), "I did!"
Sweet, lovely, darling neighbor-child excitedly says, "My grandpa makes hats like that all the time!"
"Oh, how interesting!" I say, slightly puzzled. "Is he a knitter?"
"No," says sweet, lovely, darling, earnest neighbor-child. "He uses one of those round thingys."
"A knitting loom?" I ask, trying to mask my horror.
"Yeah! Is that what it's called? I guess he is a knitter, then, " concludes sweet, lovely, darling, earnest tormentor-neighbor-child.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Yes. The world looks at the hat, the beautifully striped and ribbed Kureyon and alpaca-silk blend hat that filled me with such pride from deciphering the brioche stitch in the round instructions (which wasn't the easiest thing for me, mind you) and sees just another knitting loom hat. Not that there's anything wrong with knitting loom hats...but can't you see the decreases?????? You can't decrease on a knitting loom. Look at the beautiful decreases!!!!! I will probably never knit in brioche stitch again. I'm grieving. I grieve that no one will look at that hat and think, "Hey, someone used double-pointed needles to knit that!" I grieve for the realization that I am such a shallow, vain knitting snob.