So I made a mistake.
I ordered some hats online. I had good intentions. I had ideals. I had these notions that if they were going to sell hats, they knew what they were doing. I figured the hats were pretty and the thing I had to worry about most was them fitting my head, right?
Oh, no. No, I was wrong.
I waited. Waited. And waited.
And then I finally come home after a really rotten day of work, see packages in the mailbox and on the porch and get excited.
The porch one was Whim’s proof, wrong again and making me feel like burning it in frustration.
Still, that was somewhat less of a let down than opening up a bag to find it is full of hats. Yes, my hats came in a bag. Three of them in individual bags, placed in a larger bag. This had the effect of knocking off their decoration, if it was ever on, causing one to look like a bird had died, with its feathers all mangled. Still, I could have lived with broken decorations.
The hats themselves have been smooshed so badly they’re bent with a permanent crease and several indentations that won’t come out. I’ve tried to fix that, but I can’t.
My hats are misshapen lumps. Worse still is that I bought one to replace one that was already damaged/misshapen, and now its replacement is misshapen, too.
I am so depressed by this. I love hats. I never managed to do the hat challenge I put to myself years ago, but I still love my hats.
Only… these are ruined and I can’t wear any of them tomorrow like I would have.
And I keep asking myself, “who ships hats in a bag???”
I need new hats. I wish it was worth trying to return these, but it’s not, so I am stuck with misshapen lumps of hat and a very strong need to cry.