What's the story behind "GBM Hats?"

My friend, Greg. Hi Greg!

​Eaves, can you knit me a hat?

“Eaves”…I love that nickname! Greg says he calls me "Eaves" because “You’re tall as the eaves on a house.”
 
Greg apparently has a hard time finding hats and sunglasses to fit him. See, he believes his head is too big.
 
“Eaves, can you knit me a hat for my big melon.” Aha, Gregs Big Melon, GBM hats!”

“Sure but on one condition. . .you have to model the hat for me and let me take pictures.”
I spent 2 weeks creating hats of varying sizes and colors.  “I’m done with the hats and ready for you to pick out the one you like.”
 
After work My Faithful Sherpa and I met Greg at the Sausalito Yacht Harbor parking lot. It’s where Greg keeps his boat. I brought a 12 pack of beer, some fried chicken, potato salad, paper towels and plates. A girls gotta come prepared you know and besides, I knew we’d be hungry when we were done.
 
After sorting thru the hats I created, Greg settled on a black hat with a single blue stripe.
 “Don’t forget, the deal was to let me take photos of you with your hat on.”
 
He cracked open a beer, he said “Eaves, let’s get this over. What am I supposed to do?”

First there was a little business...a conversation about roofing between My Faithful Sherpa and Greg

First there was a conversation about roofing. Then what happened next still makes me laugh when I look thru the photos. See for yourself:  

This is my tough stance

And this is my other tough stance

Here, I'll smile just a little

Wait, I have to pose with my truck. 

Here, I'll stand in front of my truck

And now I'll stand in back of my truck

Then it was Old Paint's turn to be part of the action. Old Paint was my Faithful Sherpa’s old Ford Ranger. People use to stop him all the time and ask “what happened to your paint job!” “Well this truck goes so fast the paint just flies right off!”

The rust really sets off the colors of my hat!

Oh. . .hahaha. . .my. . .hahaha. . .goodness. . .hahaha, what the heck are they doing!

But throughout the photo shoot, Greg's new hat always looked good!
After we were done we walked over to the park bench and had our beers and fried chicken. Things started out nice...

My Faithful Sherpa, Greg and his new GBM hat, and the knitter.

And then it went downhill quickly!

Rabbit Ears

grrrr, I'm a tough guy

grrr, no I'm the tough guy

I love my friends!
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As we were sitting on the bench, enjoying our beers, a woman walked by, stopped, looked back at me, and asked “hey aren’t you Josefina Fine Knits.” Um. . .yes. . .and here I am, drinking beer on a park bench with these two!

The glamorous life of a “famous” knitter!