Fuzzy Wuzzy Wuz a Hat

I love it, my first thing made from my own handspun. For days, I kept trying to wear it out of the house. In summer. In North Carolina. My husband, who normally doesn't bat an eye no matter what crazy thing I'm wearing, thought I was nuts.

Me: Honey, do I look––
Husband: Yes, you look like an idiot. It's 80 degrees outside.


It's fabulous, and I don't care.

Is it hot in here?