Saturday, January 8, 2011


Last night, I crocheted a magical hat. I named him Paul.

"Why Paul?" you ask.

"Why NOT Paul?" is my brilliant rebuttal. (For the record, I saw him sitting on the couch this morning and I thought he looked friendly. Paul is a friendly name. But I don't know any Pauls...)

Paul and I are going to be the best of friends. I can already sense this. There's just something special about him.

He's the kind of hat who will build you up when you've been knocked down.

He's the kind of hat who will laugh with you, not at you.

He's the kind of hat who will listen when you've had a bad day.

He's the kind of hat who will be around when you just need a good cry.

He's the kind of hat who will whip you up some pancakes when you need a delicious breakfast.

OK, I might have gone a bit far with that last one...

Paul and I had a photo shoot this morning as I was getting ready for work. The pictures were taken in my super sweet studio: "El Banjo".

Sometimes Paul tries to be gangsta. *Gangsta Fail*

Sometimes Paul is silly.

Sometimes Paul tries to make me look like I'm from "Zelda".

Sometimes Paul is concerned.

Sometimes, Paul is a little too sure of himself.

Sometimes, Paul isn't sure what you're implying.

Sometimes Paul tries to look smarter than he really is.

Sometimes Paul keeps trying to look smart and his mind wanders to greater things for the greater good.

Sometimes Paul tries to look angry...and fails. *Anger Fail*

Sometimes Paul just tries to be cute.

Sometimes I get concerned because my new BFF is a hat...


  1. I am going to follow this blog (wherever you choose to take it).

  2. "I will follow bloooooogggg. Follow blog where ever iiiiiiit may gooooooo!"

    Musical interlude aside, thank you Matthew! That means a lot to me. :)