I really won't fix it.
You know why?
Because I like it.
There: I said it. I like it.
I don't care if the crown looks like it has a belly button or a nipple. I just like it. It was an accident so I will embrace it. It would be very, very easy to fix, but I won't fix it I won't fix it I won't fix it I won't fix it I won't fix it.
There are people who would fix it. There are people who will point to it and ask me: "Is it just me, or . . . ?"
But I won't fix it.
I like knitting caps on the fly by starting with just eight stitches and adding stitches every other round (see the spiral there?) until each piece of the pie adds up to the number of stitches that I need for the proper circumference. Personally, I like a cap that is about the same size as my head--who likes hat head?--and gosh knows, I don't need caps for warmth. So about 21" is perfect for me. The other nice thing about making caps this way is that you never need to do a gauge swatch because, as long as you like your fabric you just keep knitting and when you have enough fabric, you measure a few inches, figure out your goal number of stitches and just knit until you get there.
Anyway, I got going and had this grand idea of cinching in the tail from the original cast on of those eight stitches because it was getting in my way. Silly me, I threaded my needle through the cast on stitches without looking at the public side of the cap and cinched it, weaved in my ends and cut the thread. When I turned it to look at the right side I thought: Hey: that looks like a belly button or a nipple. Should I fix it?
I will not fix it I will not fix it I will not fix it I will not fix it I will not fix it.
I think that we need to cut ourselves some slack when it comes to this kind of thing. Don't you?
The yarn is so pretty that no one should notice.
Not to mention, I'm good at bobbing and weaving.
Yarn: MJ Yarns. Opulent Fingering Weight in Peasant Colorway.
BTW: About the "Things are Not as They Seem" part of the title of this post. Doesn't my picture look like I'm in the snow? I'm not. I'm in my living room sitting on a chair and it's 80 degrees outside. The combo of my running pants, the white carpet and the base of my funky coffee table adds up to what I call Knitting Weather! (Even if it is a total illusion.)