When you grow up in a town like Buffalo, like I did, it is pretty likely that you grow up a football fan. I know the rules of the game and I enjoy watching it, too. I’ve been to a few games at Rich Stadium; even one for the record books. I never imagined that I’d grow up and get married to a football fan, but I did.
Gerald is a Giants fan. Every year he begins the season by proclaiming they’ll be in the Superbowl! Then the season progresses, the losses come, and the rally cry fades to there’s always next year. Not so this year. We’re going to the Superbowl, baby.
I’ve made some Giants gear in the past, three hats for my three favorite people.
Trouble is, I have never made myself a hat. So last night, after knitting my fingers to the bone watching that nerve wracking game, after the win, I decided that it was time to make myself a hat. Actually, I decided that we all need new hats. Maggie’s is a little small on her, Gerald’s too, and Jerry’s…well, I never liked his in the first place.
Let’s call it a Superbowl Challenge. Sort of like the Knitting Olympics, but without everyone else. Just me, my pile of color coordinating wool and a dream.
My goal is to knit four new hats to be finished by kick-off on Superbowl Sunday. I’ll keep you updated as time allows, and show off the hats when I finish.
I keep going back and forth wondering if this is really a challenge or not. On one hand, they’re just hats. With focus I could probably knit two in a day. On the other hand, I have no patterns, I have not even knit a gauge swatch yet, and I really want them to be perfect. I also have other responsibilities, such as mothering and laundry.
Perhaps my biggest motivator is that once I hit publish on this post, once I let you all in on my crazy plan, it would be bad luck if I didn’t finish. And Gerald is nothing if not superstitious.
Here we go.