RIP Hat?

Today was a tough day. Not because work was so bad (it wasn’t) or I had horrible errands (they were pleasant) but because I had a lot of friend drama I just cannot really handle at the moment, so instead, I shall tell a story.

Some of my stuff has been disappearing: my key chain keeps breaking apart, and one of the latest times it did that, my bike key disappeared. Which, you know, isn’t such a big deal as I can’t even remember the last time I rode my bike (poor, poor bike). But it’s the principle of the thing.

But now my “losingstuffitis” has claimed a new victim – My. Best. Hat.

My Hat and I getting ready to play strip poker with ex-roommate, Jane

Hat and I became acquainted when I was probably 17. It was a Christmas gift from Bruce and Maureen. At the time, I wasn’t big into hats. True, I had the Jekyll hat, but not only was he from my far away BFF, he was also a testament to my adoration of the musicals of Frank Wildhorn (a status which has changed some what, but my devotion to the Jekyll Hat has not). Everyone said it looked cute on me, though, so I wore it.

After that, Hat and I were inseparable. The number of random people who would come up to me to tell me they liked my hat cannot be listed, because it is beyond knowing. I had never met these people, but the magic of the hat drew them in.

Hat and I meeting Broadway sensation Ron Bohmer

I didn’t always treat Hat the way it deserved. I would smoosh it up in my bag, or forget it places, or accidentally drop it, or shove it in my pocket. But the love was still real. Until Tuesday, when in a hurry to leave work, I must have let Hat fall from my pocket without knowing it. In the kitchen, outside, I don’t know. All I know is that hat is gone. I’ve checked the lost and found and work and the car – NO HAT!

….I’m surprisingly okay with this. Actually, it’s my mother who’s the most upset, since she just loves that hat on me. Don’t get me wrong, I do too, it was My Hat. But I’m not the same girl as five years ago, and my head is not quite the same head (albeit it is, in most respects, rather similar). Maureen even said she wants to take me to the shop where she bought that hat, so maybe all is not lost.

My Hat and I - and my dad - at PLU for my birthday. Note I do not use that bag anymore.

And as the caption points out, if I can use a new bag for everyday, surely I can get a new hat for everyday. Sure, it won’t necessarily be the same, but maybe it doesn’t need to be? Perhaps getting a new hat is another part of the journey of a new life, post-college, which is when I actually wore that hat.

Enough frivolity and silliness. As I said, an easy day at work. My cousin Elly missed my birthday and is coming over to bring me brownies for it, which is nice. Speaking of birthday’s, it’s my coworker Kaylah’s tomorrow, and we’re having brownies at work, and a shindig after. I have Teen Night, so I’ll have to go late. I’m also going to wrap up one of my bars of soap for her as a gift. I taught Brooke about soap making yesterday, and boy did she love it! So we had fun for that.

It’s my parents’ anniversary tonight, but as Mom has bell choir, and Papa’s way late coming home, she’s just grabbing Chinese food. They’re celebrating – sans moi – on Saturday. My dad also officially turned down the Ashland job, and we should hear about the Black Butte one tomorrow. The way he tells it, even I have to agree there’s no way he’ll get it. So hopefully something better will come along, but he’s going to be unhappy.

Speaking of jobs, it sounds like I’ll have to do early morning drop-off in the summer. Which is fine. I mean, I’d have to be there at 7:30, which isn’t quite so fine, but it’s not like I’ve never done that before, and the pay’s good. Seriously, treat your people nicely and give them good coworkers, and they’ll go through hell for you.

That is my wisdom for the day, enjoy it.

And thanks to all those who checked their email and bumped up my viewership a bit!

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About emilydnelson

A recent graduate of Hofstra University with a B.A. in anthropology, Emily is like every other twenty-two year old on the planet - trying to figure out what the hell to do now. Follow as she struggles with writing, her social work job, and bopping from coast to coast.
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3 Responses to RIP Hat?

  1. That Hanna Creature says:

    I would like to mention that it was NOT the magic of Hat, but the magic and obsessiveness of Hanna that got you to meet Ron Bohmer. I demand recognition!

  2. Pingback: It’s Our 100th Episode, YAY! | The Undiscovered Country

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