The first teeny nap not on mama merited something good.  Something that made me feel like me.  I am beginning to remember how good it feels to stretch my arms wide, to bend down and not struggle against the weight of a pregnant belly, to have a few minutes to fill my cup- the cup that is specifically set aside for making.  I dyed this wool flannel late this summer when the solidago and asters and cosmos were flaunting around their beauty and now a little chunk of it is sitting atop Willows impossibly soft, sweet smelling head.  A pilots cap; Sweet, quick and fun.