How I finished my hat (and have nothing to show for it...)

In the midst of many many (so many) projects that refuse to be satisfactorily finished (not, I mean, that they will not come to satisfactory ends, but that they just won't do it any damn time soon).  On top of that, I left a tuque that I loved (that I *made*) in a freaking London Drugs, and when I went back a week later they decided they had DONATED it.  DONATED MY DAMN-NEAR perfect, giant-pompom-ed, keeps my head dry with wet hair, blue-grey alpaca, crazy cabled labour of love.  So, I thought: a hat.  A simple, straightforward, easy peasy....

Um.  That's so not what I had in mind.  Yes, well, it goes to show that gauge swatches are...no, screw that, it goes to show that if you *think* it's too short, add the extra cable row. before you start your decreases.  My yellow yarn (as seen above) seems to be pretty clear on one thing: it doesn't want to be a hat, *especially* if that hat is pointy.  I cannot tell if it is as bad as it seems - if it needs more stitches around (the thing is popping off like nobody's business every chance it gets, leaving me few moments to decide exactly where the problem is).  I want to pretend it's just length.  The truth is: it may be length, witdth and needle size - a yarn this lovely and pouffy maybe needs to be knit loosely so that it isn't quite so...um...
Oh god.  Let's just look at that one more time.
(I should point out that I am as tired as I look and that's probably not helping).  Oh, oh, oh, it just has to be fixable.  She is being wet blocked on my floor right now as I find that wet blocking has a darling  tendency to make my knitting stretch and soften and please oh please.

ETA: Okay, okay, the blocking is doing the lovely things it should.  And in my excitement despair, I forgot, and I can't believe I forgot, in an annual, ever-continuing, too-early tradition, I'm declaring spring.  I can feel it.  SPRING.  Don't be afraid of it - roll the word around in your head, let it settle, consider the possibility.