I often wonder that Paul seems so unaware of the mountain of hair on his head. He's now 9 months since his last haircut and its getting to be quite a mane. Thankfully we're past the mullet stage and into mad professor now which makes me very happy.
Today I experienced a little of his world though, as I rediscovered my felted hat from Estonia. Once on my head it kept my ears warm and thats all the attention I paid to it.
Took me a while to realise why passers by were smiling at me more than usual.
Also, strangers complimented me on it (its very rare that even friends comment on my clothing, its functional and stays under the style-radar). One lady insisted that I need to put bells on the ends.
This will not be happening, but made me smile anyway.