A New Hat

the sketch i made in the middle of the project

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, - and the stars through his soul.
Victor Hugo

What a lovely image that gives me.
I too am in love, but my hat is now new. Crocheted in the last two days.
As with most of my projects, it began with one idea in mind, then changed course, and on route to that realized it needed to go no further.