I am delighted with the stocking hat for Tabby's niece. I would have loved it when I was 5- I had a long, long hat my cousin stole, or rather, switched with one of her dirty old ones. Mom wouldn't even let me wear the switched hat, tossing it on the train. Ha!
My wig heads are all sitting around with wigs and hats on, Marie, the one I drew the face on, has the Marie wig. Ugh. Work is what I need to be doing, and thankfully I am able to do so without too much stress. I am glad of it, as my mood was suffering the last few days. Sadness and misery. I hate that.
But it's not my fault.