Shirr, why not?

I did it.  Because the only thing that drives me crazier than screwing up the first three times I try something is not getting around to the fourth attempt.  So, without further ado, here it is:

There's a matching headband.  With a bow.  She refuses to stand within a three mile radius of it, of course. I just may wear it myself.

Now that that's out of the way, I can get on with the packing.