10.05.18: My pompom is sad and pathetic - Dad loves it

The 2nd pic with the blurred vignette and the middle in focus was pure kismet, a purely serendipitous mistake. I was fooling around, giving Pop directions a la fashion photography on tv

10.05.18: I showed Dad some of the other FOs - with pompom and without. He’s decided that with the pompom is funnier so now he would like one. Yay!

09.05.18: I taught myself how to knit continental. I taught myself how knit two-handed. So one little beanie gave me two new skills

I made a mistake in the snowflake chart. Instead of tinking, I mirrored the error later on for a “design feature”

My Dad loves it. It’s the 1st item I’ve made for him despite the fact that he is one of the most Knit-Worthy people on the planet. I finished it last night and the only time he has taken it off is to sleep. Bless

My Pop has a wee, tiny head so even the small size is a bit big on him. He doesn’t want a pompom (boo!) because he’s afraid the beanie will fall off

Title Song: Fifteen Feet of Pure White Snow by Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds

Where is Mona?
She’s long gone
Where is Mary?
She’s taken her along
But they haven’t put their mittens on
And there’s fifteen feet of pure white snow?

Where is Michael?
Where is Mark?
Where is Mathew
Now it’s getting dark?
Where is John? They are all out back
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
Would you please put down that telephone
We’re under fifteen feet of pure white snow

I waved to my neighbour
My neighbour waved to me
But my neighbour
Is my enemy
I kept waving my arms
Till I could not see
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Is anybody
Out there please?
It’s too quiet in here
And I’m beginning to freeze
I’ve got icicles hanging
From my knees
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Is there anybody here who feels this low?
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Is it any wonder?
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord

Doctor, Doctor
I’m going mad
This is the worst day
I’ve ever had
I can’t remember
Ever feeling this bad
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
Where’s my nurse
I need some healing
I’ve been paralysed
By a lack of feeling
I can’t even find
Anything worth stealing
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Is there anyone else here who doesn’t know?
We’re under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Is it any wonder?
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!