She did so much her best. She spent hours on trying and trying again. She studied every manual on Blender she could find. She locked herself up to tutorial herself while insanity was lurking at the door. And then she send it proudly to me; A hat that would do well in a Christmas Carol from Charles Dickens or for a magician to let a very fat rabbit appear.
And then I made a mistake. I told her it was ugly, that I would never wear such a thing that looked like a chimney. That my delicate and beautiful face would never be in the shadow of such a monstrous creation.
Dear Rose, I hurt your tender feelings and your fragile soul and I promise you that in one week I will be able to hocus pocus rabbits out of that hat without feeling ashamed.