I think it's fair to say that I am obsessed with donuts. I'm not sure what it is- my first home being in walking distance of the Original Donut Conglomerate, the fact that I can pretend that they're bagels, their amazing pairing with coffee, or their involvement in one of the best kid's books ever- they're just awesome. However, starting a few years ago, there is not a single Dunkin Donuts in my entire state (and they're selling gingerbread lattes now- are they trying to break my heart?).
I don't feel like I can properly convey the enormity of this tragedy. There all you Easterners are, donuts running free through the streets, while out here we're stuck with Donut Seeds (to their credit, they are amazing warm) and a wannabe (to be honest, in a side by side comparison, they are probably exactly the same as DD, but their colors aren't pink, orange, and brown, so fuck 'em).
So, instead, I console myself with this hat (the Basic Cable from Stitch N Bitch Nation, knit using Lamb's Pride). Yes, I may look like I'm ready to hand Margaux her iced with skim and splenda, toss off a postpartum hot cocoa and donut to Wendy, via Robby, let Lola pee in my bathroom while she's in route to her next client and beware the wrath of Maryse, lest any dairy lighten her dark, dark blend. I don't care. I like to think of it as a little knit Secret. If I knit it, it will come.