An Ode to My Hat

Have you ever bought a hat that you absolutely had to have but once you got home and tried it on, it just didn't quite fit like you thought? So you cast it aside and reach for the frumpy one, tatooed with stains from all your travels. You know the one that you had to carefully pry from the dog's mouth so as not to turn the tiny pinhole into a button hole. The one your family uses to fan away insects. The one that you are always picking up off the floor. The ONLY ONE that crowns your glory to perfection, with a slight hint of royalty, complimenting every thing.

Looking around, I guess I've collected quite a few myself. Each one, with it's own memory and moment in the spotlight. Oh yes, I've fancied some more than others but none of them suited me like the one I'm wearing now - My Writer's Hat. At first, when I put it on, I thought that it would be too big for me. But then, without having to poke and prod and bend and twist, it naturally conformed to me. It was like magic!

Ever since, me and my hat have been everywhere together. Let me tell you, I've fought for it, I've cried in it, I've slept with it, I've been rejected in it, I've snatched it off and thrown it, only to pick it back up again, and protect it. I've stretched it, I've shrunk it, I've dyed it and even lost it but never stopped until I found it.

What can I say? I LOVE IT! It's my favorite hat!

Be Good!
ABT