torridly: making things

Write one leaf about wearing a hat.

(via writeoneleaf)

Oh, all right, I’ll finally do one of these writing prompts. I made a new hat over the past couple of weeks. It is purple with a strip of teal (which I only realized later means it’s in Charlotte Hornets colors, so I am accidentally propping a defunct sports team that was on its slow decline during the time I lived in its city). It is supposed to look like a turban but it looks a little more like a nautilus, complete with mollusk-ish lumps. However, it’s somehow comforting to have asymmetrical knitted lumps hanging off the back of your head as you wander around in the snow.

I was enjoying my new hat today, and looking forward to enjoying the cup of coffee I’d just purchased, when a bus careened through a puddle on Wacker Drive and splattered my entire body with the slushy grey contents of the street. I looked like a swamp creature. Now my new hat smells like a wet sheep that rolled around on a Chicago street corner all morning. I was luckily able to wash my coat and pants, because my work has a washer and dryer in the copy room for some dang reason, but the hat will have to wait until I get home to have the thin film of silt removed from it.

I credit my good mood in the aftermath of this occurrence almost 100% to listening to Baroness for the first time today. Getting into metal this winter was such a good idea.