The yarn was so, so, pretty.
It looked and felt like it was practically straight off the sheep, and as I knit I found little flecks of straw. (!) It sort of made me want to run away and be a sheep farmer in Wales, except I think that may possibly be the one way I could make things harder on myself right now. But, you know, it was sort of idyllic, or something, to find the straw still in there.
Sadly, the hat that I made from the pretty, pretty yarn is almost the ugliest thing in the entire world. If it were just a teensy bit uglier, then maybe it would sort of rock. But, no. It's just really, really, B A D.
The girls love it. They call it the Clown Hair Hat and are locked in a ferocious battle over who gets to wear it to school first. The loser is going to throw such a fit that I will have to let them duke it out only after I have opened my second beer tonight.
Now maybe (probably not) but maybe you are looking at the photo and thinking, Oh, well, it's not THAT bad. Ugly, yeah, but you know, you could still wear it. Maybe.
To that I say:
Wow. Maybe I should unravel it and make a long, skinny scarf?