When the boy is allowed to visit his family, they are eager to have him demonstrate his new skill. The boy, thinking he does not know any kung fu, becomes furious with their pestering, and slams his hand down on the table in front of him, just as he had brought his hand down onto the water countless times before. To all of their surprise, the table shatters to pieces.
For me, this hat is somewhat of a table shattering experience. I learned to knit on Melynda's slipper pattern, and for many months getting pieces ready for felting was the only knitting I knew. Yet during that time the basics of knitting were trained into my hands. Knit stitches, purl stitches, increases, decreases, casting on; even the elemental task of holding on to everything while manipulating the piece, were all skills mastered by cranking out slippers. When the time came to make my hat, I didn't have to think about what I was doing. I knew the basics well enough that even my first experiences "tinking" and picking up dropped stitches came naturally.
So this hat stands in tribute to Melynda. For her ability to focus her gifts into something people can enjoy. For showing me how to smash tables. She won't know what she means to me until we are sitting face to face with the one who made us.
(The hat is "Ullared Cap" from the book Hats On! by Charlene Schurch)