Damned Blackness

So, yesterday I was a little boredish. I knew I wanted to knit, but I wasn't really feeling the knitting bag. (Bye-bye, olympics, I pretty much give up - does anyone know how long the Special Olympics run for? And does having Knitting ADD qualify me?) So of course, I took a gander at the gasp snow outside, and felt inspiration.



This is what I had to get through to start.



This is what it looked like after 30 minutes.



This is what it looked like 30 minutes ago, a mere 24 hours from start to finish. (And hell to the no, I was't knitting the whole time.)



Bruce seems to be overjoyed. There was much bitching (from me) about the boring, invisible stitchy-blackness. And the plain. That didn't go over too well (with me), either. He's been wearing it since the last loose end was woven in, though. So I think he might keep it.



Stats:
Pattern? London Beanie
Yarn? Wool of the Andes in "coal", 2 skeins. I held the yarn doubled throughout. No stripes. Apparently, stripes aren't manly to my husband, either. Damnit.
Needles? Boye Needlemaster things, only I bought them all seperately. And bamboo DPNs when it got down to the knitty-gritty decreases. (I'm so punny. I suck.)
Alterations? Well, I knit this pattern for my little (big) brother back before Christmas, and I modified it by casting on six more stitches than called for. It turned out fabulous, and both big-headed me and big-headed Bruce liked it roomy. In fact, if you remember correctly, when I first finished the hat for Robby, Bruce tried it on and said, "Hmm. Maybe you could knit me one of those? Only black?" Eventually, I got around to it. I used the same mods on this one.