I suppose we all come to the time when we just have to admit it is TOO big, I mean WAY to big. I am stubborn and determined and I just kept knitting this bad boy in total denial. Funny how that works with denial. So when I finally came to the realization that it wasn't ever going to be a hat unless I knew a giant, a linebacker, or a grown adult with the proportions of those hideous Brat dolls...it just wasn't going to be a hat. So I went to rip it all out...but, the stubborn voice of reason in me says well what else could it be? A tube top! Please have I seen my boobs lately...we won't go there. What about an incredibly stylish tank with spaghetti straps for my 7 yr old. Yeah right! Like anyone wants to wear wool in the summer, especially *my* 7 yr old. I rip it...rip it good and it was good I felt so free as I unraveled (are we still talking about the yarn?). So here it is back to it's original (well the way I bought it) form. Sitting on my desk are two dainty little wooly balls... okay okay...or a new improved smaller hat.
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