The sigh my bike tire makes as it goes flat, people who step on the heels of my shoes, and having to go down three flights of stairs to take the dog out are a few of my least favorite things. But more than any of those, the most agonizingly annoying thing in my privileged life, is running out of yarn with an inch of hat left to knit. I hate it. So. Much.

I know I can just skirt, wash, card, spin, and ply some more yarn, but I can’t decide if that is even a good thing. If there was no way to acquire more, I could just knit the top of the hat in different color and be like “I know this hat looks either like a snow-capped peak or something entirely more suggestive (and definitely not manly), but I was out of yarn…”