Pedal Strike

She will consistently fail you when you need her the most. Or at least when I depend on her the most.

She whispered in my ear that everything was fine – good, even! – while I spent sweaty hours at my sewing machine figuring out what worked for the hats and what didn’t. She assured me that this was the best way to make the brim, or line the hat, or whatever. She told me everything I wanted to hear.

And then, like most relationships, something happened. I didn’t believe in her enough. She didn’t want to keep up the endless moral support. She pointed out everything that was wrong with the construction of the hats. I pouted furiously because they just confirmed all of my suspicions and hated her for her dishonesty.

Confidence can be such a fickle bitch.

But a few more frustrated sweaty hours in front of my machine at least gave me some new ideas, and the promise of a better product. The brims are better; hopefully sizing won’t be such an issue, and just between you and me, I have some high hopes.

So fuck Confidence. I can roll out new (and better) hats without her.

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