Reflections on a Vocational Happenstance
"Incongruity is the mainspring of laughter." - Max Beerbohm
If you visit my online shop, you will see lots of hats for sale. More hats than anything else, in fact, though I can knit all sorts of other things when I want to.
Some practical considerations contribute to this inventory imbalance, but really the reason for so many hats is that's what I most enjoy knitting.
Ironically, except on the very coldest of days, I don't wear hats. Not only do I find them uncomfortable, they do not look good on me. Even those who love me best do not disagree. I am not a hat person.
In truth, my wardrobe contains almost nothing by Jules Wrenne. You'd think that I would be my own best model, wouldn't you? But no. I count on you all to provide me with promotional photographs or make do without them.
I don't think mine is a case of Cobbler's Children Syndrome, because I routinely knit gifts for friends and family. It's only me who doesn't have something of mine to keep me warm, so I don't know what the problem is. But whether there's a name for my condition or not, today I'm suffering through one of its side effects: someone gave me beautiful yarn and told me I can only use it to make something for myself.
I know she meant the gift to be self-indulgent, but this is a tough assignment. When I first saw the yarn (gorgeous hand-dyed alpaca), I immediately thought of a hat pattern I've been dying to try. It would be perfect, but we know I'm not making myself a hat. So then what?
I'll have to keep you posted.