You know that little feeling…that subtle nagging feeling that says ‘that might not be quite the right size?’  Yeah.  I should really learn to listen to that feeling.  The hat I was working on?  The one I was three inches into?  The one that seemed to be just eating up yarn?  Yeah.  I tried it on.  It was too big.  I gave it a tiny gentle tug.  It grew and grew and grew.  A second later The Boy came by and stuck his head in there along side my head.  That’s really not a good sign for a hat.  It has, alas, been ripped.  It will be rethought and cast back on tonight or tomorrow.