Oh, it's so hard to pick just one pun sometimes. I was going to call this post "To Ganomy is to Love Me" because I had that song "God Lord it's Hard to Be Humble" stuck in my head ever since I started knitting these Ganomies.
I found this pattern over on Ravelry, immediately put it on my queue because I loved the Come Hither/Amish Girl vibe it had going on. And then, I swear, the next day my dear friend Erin comes over sporting one herself. I was then able to borrow her Zimmerman book the pattern was in, Knitter's Almanac, and immediately hunkered down over some super old movies and knit a couple. A couple because whilst knitting the first one Craig got wickedly ill and I was so worried about him it totally threw my tension off resulting in a teeny tiny Ganomy that may fit Kale for one more month if we're lucky. The next try was a keeper - barely. I think it's my Hajduk Head syndrome making a recurrence.
The photoshoot was hilarious. Kale was one cool cucumber. I couldn't crack a smile out of him. Reminded me of a little someone I knew way back when:
They get that from their father.
