True story: I didn’t get a brutal cold, I got a brutal migraine. Managed to finish up an interview and then went home and passed out for four hours. The whole day was pretty much a loss for anything productive, both crafty and professional.
But today I can share a finished hat, photographed this weekend while we were celebrating my father-in-law’s birthday.
I like that it can be worn different ways, and that it came out pretty much like I intended — soft, a little loose, warming but not super-hot. I still think I look ridiculous in hats, but I’m pretty willing to look ridiculous if it means not being cold. P said I looked adorable, which is a double-edged compliment — I want to be gorgeous and dark and mysterious, dammit!