I knitted it with an incantation to protect her and guide her, to keep her warm and to keep her safe. I knitted it in hopes she would love the colors, and snuggle into its soft wool, and stash certain objects in it when not in use.
And I sent it off through the local post office who believed me to be a terrorist because I was trying to quit smoking that day and was acting weird--but that's a different story.
Before I let it go, I made sure the hat worked. Well--I couldn't very well send off a hat that wasn't JUST PERFECT, could I? Of course not.
Go see Spinning Girl in the hat. Are we like sisters separated at birth, or what?
