When a very-much-loved boy comes to visit, there's nothing to be done but to knit him a hat, yarn fast be damned.
When said hat turns out juuuuust a bit too small, there's nothing to be done but send the boy back to SanFrancisco bareheaded, with a promise of a new and improved hat arriving very soon by post.
So now I just need to ignore that other little something that came home with me from the yarn store...
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