get no satisfaction

What in God's name was I thinking? Wasn't I just talking about how I have a great big head?

I haven't mentioned it here, but everyone who knows me in my corporeal life knows that I can't wear hats with any amount of cling to them at all. A few years ago, I developed this weird sensitivity to anything pressing on my skull for even a few seconds. No elastic hats, no sunglasses perched jauntily atop my head, pulling my hair back. Hell, I can't even wear cloth headbands, even when they're loose enough that they're in danger of sliding off. I get these blinding, nauseating headaches, and by the time I realize that I've done it and yanked the offending object away from my head, it's too late. It only takes a few seconds.

And that's what happened when I tried to take pictures of this little hat. This stupid little hat that I knit up because I was tired of the bigger projects failing, and I just wanted something quick and cute and satisfying, and I wanted to be the kind of woman who could pull off a stylish, slouchy little hat.

Well, at least it was quick. I knit it up in under three hours. Now all I have to do is unravel it to the start of the ribbing and make it bigger. It won't be as cute as it is right now, but it'll be wearable, and that's more important. Probably.