Gauge?

what gauge?

As Clint Eastwood would have said (if he knit, and I'm so sure he did...)
we don't need no stinkin gauge.

See, I always think the beauty of knitting a hat for a new baby is that it's going to grow. (the baby, not the hat)

Everyone knits the teeny things, an no one is really thinking about what the bitty one will need about a year from now.

That is, except ME.

OK, three years from now. whatever.

I had to pry this out of Zoe's little clutches and might now be knitting another one. Maybe I'll make that one smaller and have it ready in time for handoff? We'll see.