Hmm, OK, just this year alone, I've knit Dad 3 hats. In all fairness the first one didn't fit (hey, it was my second hat and mine didn't fit me either!) and this one is out of (drum roll please) my own handspun.
Catie gave me some fleece named Brother when I got my wheel. I preservered and spun enough of Brother to knit a hat (plus some. I could probably get another hat out of what's left). I think Brother is a beautiful gray. Catie kept fussing at me to throw it away.
I finally knit some of my own handspun. I think this is my most favoritist hat I've ever knit. Ever. It's certainly the most beautiful hat I've knit. And yes, I realized I'm biased. But if I didn't make this specifically for Dad (cuz he asked for it) I don't think I'd give it away. I love it.
Now, after all that hype:
I showed it to Catie... she was glad I didn't throw it away and was inspired to maybe even spin some of Brother herself.
(See, I finished this last week or so and have been holding out on you so I could give you some more blogging...)