For no particular reason I can think of, I started making hats.

Actually, maybe there are a few reasons.

The world is on fire and we’re being led by someone who thinks we are fodder and machine parts.

I got diagnosed with an aneurysm out of the blue and now want to think about my legacy

It’s fun to see things shape up under my hook and to visualize what could happen.

It gets me through the boring bits of podcast and Netflix binges and keeps me from taking anything too seriously.

Maybe those are some of the reasons I started making hats.

I am up to six now, with more shaping themselves in my unfinished projects basket and my mind’s eyes.

Who knows where this will stop? I’m making an angler fish for this one, and a sugar glider for the orange one behind it. Go by, mad world