I am a hat fancier. Although my shoez own my soul, my cloche hats are the mistresses of my heart—and, because I work at home, I frequently wear them around the house, just because I love them so. I have a perfectly spherical head and a roundy face, so I suit hats and can wear just about any style, though I have a particular preference for cloche hats.
Not long ago, I got a secondhand copy of Teach Yourself Visually: Crocheting, and, if I ever get around to teaching myself visually to crochet (which I suppose would start with actually buying a crocheting needle and some yarn), I am going to spend my every free moment for the rest of my days crocheting myself an enviable array of cloches.
And the occasional turtleneck sweater for Iain, because he looks devastatingly foxy in them.
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