I’m a hat! I was a gorgeous ball of yarn, and now I’ve been turned into a hat; perched on top of a head, and pulled off when my wearer decides they’re too hot. I was going to be a scarf at the very least, beautiful, and draped luxuriantly round the wearer’s neck. I had dreams of becoming a sweater, admired by all, and stroked softly whenever I was placed lovingly on the shelf. Instead of which I’m a hat, pushed into a coat pocket. I suppose it could have been worse; I could have been a pair of mittens.