Hitty hats. Hitty hats, Hitty hats, Hitty hats. I told Wren I wanted to make it myself. I was gonna go see Hittys born. I outta be the one to make the hat.
It was a great plan.
I’ve made hats before. Made my own hat. Made a hat for Pip. Made a hat that went alla way cross the ocean to Kylie! I helped Wren make animal hats for the Littles. I can do hats. I ain’t so good at makin’ whole outfits, but I can do hats.
Or…I thought I could…
Hitty hats are different. Hittys are tiny. But they’re not really tiny…I mean, they’re bigger’n Littles, after all! But they got these super tiny heads, like they got stuck in a shrinky dink machine or somethin’. Some of ’em don’t. Like Hawthorne. She’s got a sorta normal head. But really it’s a sorta biggish head, for a Hitty.
Hitty Lily an’ Hitty Lily Too have normal Hitty heads. An’ I didn’t realize that at first. That was a problem. So, without realizin’ what was gonna happen, I made a smallerish hat (cuz I realized they’re tinier an’ daintier an’ they need a smaller hat). Hitty Lily said she’d help me with tryin’ stuff on an’ gettin’ things to the right size. So I popped it on her head!
Whoops! All I heard was this muffled voice, sayin’: “I think it’s a bit big, Kestrel.”
Yeah. I think so too. So I hadda rescue a Hitty from a hat.
That was loads better. But it was time to go Think Again. I remeasured, an’ cut again, sewed again. Loads of Agains. But they were good Agains, cuz the next hat actually fit Lily’s tiny Hitty Head! Phew. No pictures yet of what worked. I wanna keep it a surprise!
Really, though, the hat wasn’t all that small. I dunno why Hittys got such tiny heads!
(Don’t tell ’em I said that, tho. They might get mad. I can’t go to the place where Hittys are born with all of ’em mad at me already. Lemme make a real mess first. Then they’ll have a good reason for bein’ mad.)