My amazingly cool knitted hat? Is done.

Okay, not quite. I've still got to stitch the edges together so it looks like an amazingly cool hat rather than. . . idk, some kind of amazingly cool doll cape. (Actually, it sort of curls in on itself so it actually does look like a hat when it's just sitting still, but I've obviously got to still sew it together so it covers your head from all sides. And doesn't fall off.)

But soon.

And then I will take pictures, because I think this is easily the coolest thing I've done all summer.

So. More about the Harry Potter ticket saga.

The theatre near us was progressively getting more and more sold out, and I couldn't get dad to give me a ride down there for tickets. Finally, it's all sold out, and I'm rather pissed, because it's another example of how my dad's king of the pocket veto. I check again on Monday evening, just out of some kind of blind hope, and lo and behold all 5 midnight showings no longer say sold out. I assumed they released more tickets or something, so on his way down to the church council meeting (because the priest called in June and asked if he would do it, because they were short a person, so he and mum are sharing a seat) he runs me by. I go up to the little ticket buying machine thing, the machine says they're all sold out. I get home, call the theatre and ask about the whole tickets/sold out thing, the lady says her machine says they're sold out and she'll have the manager look into the website. I give her my phone number just in case and ask her to call me either way (because I knew that I'd be checking the website thrice an hour if I didn't know). During one of those thrice an hour checks, I saw that they were starting to say 'sold out' again, and sure enough, as I refreshed, they all moved to sold out. The lady calls back, tells me that they're definitely all sold out and they won't know if there are any seats until the movie starts (naturally) and apologizes and such, which was nice.

So I was still a little bit angry that dad's indecision was preventing us from going to the midnight show, but I figure that this way I'll at least be able to finish book 5 on my reread before I go. I hung around in bed all morning finishing GoF (I've got a chapter to go still, but I've been doing other stuff since I got up preventing me from actually sitting down and finishing it), and then I get up and ask if anybody called (because the people at the theatre said they'd call if anything opened up), Dad says no, I go to the computer and look up these other few theatres that had a midnight show that was still open, ask him if he'll take us to one of these, one conversation bit leads to another, and it turns out that when I was still in bed reading, he called around and found tickets at one of the farther away ones. So that was lovely. Turns out my sister called this morning and mentioned that our cousin (who's a little less than a year older than me) is taking her to the midnight show up in Vermont, and Dad prolly felt bad because the youngest sibling is going and I'd put so much work into trying to find tickets and such.

So fun there. I also put a call into the local Freecycle for knitting supplies because my dad (or mum, I don't remember) was talking about teaching a class at one of the gifted programs with knitting being part of it, and the supplies are the limiting factor (reactant, LOL [/chemistry joke]) there, so we needed to find out what we could get first. (That and I wanted a set of circular needles.) Already got one reply, which is lovely, though I'm going to have to try to figure out how to get the stuff, as the lady is a good 20 miles out of our way.