I usually sleep wearing a hat. I’m one of those people that reverts back to traditional solutions for human problems and when my head is cold I’m wearing a sleeping cap. But instead of traditional materials it’s made of modern space dyed yak down and BFL and it has a funny point. It’s a handspun hat:
The pattern is Lifestyle Top Down Hats, No Swatch Needed by Charisa Martin Cairn
This picture is from March 2010 when I was a novice knitter and an absolute beginner spinner. It was fresh of the needles.
For giggles I made a little half moon in felt. It still makes me smile every night.
This is the hat now, in 2015:
Still in use and the yarn looks good, if I do say so myself. No pilling!
The yak is on the brim, it is soft enough to touch the face. The BFL is on top and this too is soft enough. That’s modern BFL for you. Between 2010 and 2015 I learned that yak doesn’t spring back once it’s stretched.
I wear it every night during the winter. Together with my bed socks, my wristwarmers, a kidney warmer, pajamas and a longsleeve wrapped around my neck and ears. What can I say, I get cold when I go to bed and I have all this woollen gear laying about the house anyway, might as well use it.
Also, my husband still finds me attractive. Or perhaps he likes hide and seek, I don’t know.
So there I am, in my bed, wearing all these items, under three thick layers of woollen bedding. I’m laying on top of a woolen matrass covered by a layer of wool and one of cotton and I’m hogging a warm water bottle. Still my knees turn to ice as soon as I hit the covers.
It does get better during the night and somewhere around 4 o’clock in the night I have to throw everything off because I’m overheating.
But I don’t throw off the hat. The hat stays on.
It’s spun from the first yak I ever owned. I spun it before I knew yak has an extreme short staple. I spun it before I knew about Long Draw.
It was an educational lesson… I got so frustrated inch worming through the yak that I stopped when I had enough for the brim and topped it off with BFL – one of the breeds with long fibres- that is an excellent beginner spinner fibre.
It’s the BFL that was left from spinning the colour accent for this shawl, Bowmont Hug:
I had matched up the colours in two singles. But at the end one bobbin was finished but not the other. I plied the left overs together and ended up with a barberpole kind of yarn.
I love the result. The yarn is soft. Soft enough to rest against the cheek while sleeping.
I wear my hat rolled down all the way, with only my nose peeping out:
I purposefully made it in reverse stockinette stitch so the smooth stockinette stitch is on the inside, against my face.
Here it is, inside out:
The yak has such depth of colours and so many variations:
I didn’t use all the yak and I’m looking forward to creating more yarn with these colourings and richness. But this time I’m spinning it Longdraw:
So this is my sleep hat.
But there’s another one that goes with it: my “tin foil hat”:
That’s right. When I’m in the city I wear another hat over my handspun one and it’s a tin foil hat. To deter all evil radiations of modern society.
Ah, let me rephrase and sound more sensible.
My hat is made of silver lined fabric with a really fine mesh. Silver is an excellent conductor. It conducts the waves of Energetic Magnetic Fields (EMF) away from whatever it envelopes. A wearable mini cage of Faraday!
In our bedroom there are many EMFs. All the wifi networks from all our neighbours are here, besides our own. There must be at least 20. That’s how much my lazy iPad sees anyway.
To succesfully guide away the energy you need to take care that there are no holes in the fabric. Especially long holes, like seams, are a problem. That’s why this hat has a fell seam. Folded over and sewn again.
It’s the same seam I used when I sewed the cover for my kayak. It was canvas and it needs to be water tight. It’s a traditional Inuit seam. Because it’s a traditional Greenland kayak, fit to navigate the sea and the surf:
Made, many years ago, under guidance from Kayak Specialist in Norway Anders Thygesen.
I kayaked a lot on the fjords of Bergen when I stayed there in Autumn and Winter 2005. Afterwards I built this kayak but I haven’t put her to water yet, other than a 10 minute test this year. I yearn for it, truly and intensely, but I’m just not well enough. But a girl can dream. Especially when wearing a woollen cap. With silver lined conspiracy deterrent.
When I put on my silver lined hat all magnetic electric currents flow over my brain, not through it.
I do notice the difference. A sort of calm comes over me and I drift away into the slumbers of sleep. And I stay there, for 7 hours.
But not these days unfortunately.
Lillepoes is staying at the vet’s these days. With full blown pneumonia on top of the upper respiratory infection. She had stopped eating and drinking and when she started breathing through her mouth I took her to the vet asap. Cats should never breathe through their mouths, if they do they are in big trouble.
They’ve got her on an IV drip now and feed her every hour.
She’s not deteriorating any further and we are waiting for her to beat the pneumonia. Then she can meet an expert who will check out her nasal cavity in detail because there’s probably something lodged up there that keeps the reaction going.
But she needs to be lots better to endure the aneastatic.
So I’m worried. All day, all night. I lie in my bed, laying awake, wearing my hats, and I surf the net looking at Brioche.