premise: Roughly three weeks ago , I came upon an inspired beauty . Black , wool , and tingling of centuries gone by . Placing it upon my head , I knew it had to come home with me . I also knew it had to have my special touch even if it meant pricking my fingers to do it . Behold its simple sleekness before my muse got a hold of it . Lovely , eh ? Why did you have to make changes to it beore giving it to your muse ?
hypothesis: I wanted to show her that I was talented