so about 9 months ago i was given a heap of yarn by this girl to make her a hat. she was the first to give me yarn without repeated reminders or anything. i wipped out the hat in a week or so and was quite proud of it actually. she gave me one skein of brown and a bunch of different short lengths of embroydery yarn (i think that is what it was). was able to get a nice brown hat with very subdued stripes of green, red-brown and yellow. looked great to be honest. unfortunately i couldn't find her to save my life. i asked everyone, eventually i discovered she'd returned home to poland. i really liked this hat and couldn't just give it up to anyone...so i just held onto it. for 9 months. i wore it a few times, but it never really felt like it was mine. about a week ago, there she was, at the forest, looking mostly the same, i don't know if she'd forgotten about the hat, but the first thing out of my mouth 'ohmygawd,itotallystillhavethathat.ican'tbelieveyou'rehere.ineverthoughti'dseeyouagain. blahblahblah.' i hate talking when my cerebral spacebar is broken. toomanywords notenoughthinkingtime. arranged to grab the hat and get it her way.
when she got it from my flatmate (who is at forest MUCH more often and thus will see her) it was returned with a nice supply of cookies; SD basketball trip destroying cookies.
hooray.
and who says i hate hippies? they're lovely.
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