Going forth, inadvisedly

I’m making a hat for a baby girl who doesn’t need a hat out of fingering wool when the pattern calls for Aran or bulkier and I’m beginning the bubbles and I will regret this.

Of course, that’s what I said when I kissed my best friend years ago, knowing it would ‘ruin our friendship,’ and I was wrong then.

Let’s not dwell on all the things I knew I’d regret and DID.

Me: flailing merrily forth inadvisedly since 1970.

Much like my messy and bewildering life, I might not get anything pretty or finished from it but I will definitely learn something, even if it’s just: stick to the pattern, damnit.