I can’t say I hadn’t been warned. Fang did mention last night that it was going to get cold today. So grateful was I for our new hot water heater (and the hot water that now, once again, runs through the pipes) that I treated the plummeting temperature news with a shrug and, yes, possibly even a “Pschaw!” — and then I woke up to the reality of it all.
It’s cold. Cold enough for me to drag out my heavy winter coat and the other paraphernalia that goes along with it — the hat, the gloves, the scarf.
My heavy coat is a utilitarian affair. It’s big and black. The best thing that I can say about it is that it accessorizes well. That’s more important than you might think.
While I don’t look forward to single-digit temperatures, I must admit that I do like rummaging through my box (a rather large crate-like thing) of foul-weather gear. It’s chock-full of goodies. I am a woman of many hats (and scarves and mittens) — and I love them all.
Some days I’m in the mood for a jaunty red beret, other days the plum slouch hat calls my name. I’ve got ski hats, skull caps, and lumberjack hats, too. (I particularly like the plaid one with the ear flaps!) I had a cute “elf” hat — it was long and had a cone-like construction and a fluffy pom-pom at the end. Somewhere along the line I lost it. I really miss that hat.
It was fun to wear. It was difficult to have a bad attitude whilst wearing that hat. It was on days that I wasn’t in the best of humors that I would search out that hat. The minute I plopped it on my head I couldn’t help but smile. It was an immediate mood changer.
I searched high and low for the damn thing to no avail. It’s just gone.
I need to make a new one. I’m going to drag out my crochet hook (or my knitting needles), get some really soft wool (the original one was fleece), find a pattern (that will be the hardest part, I fear), and whip myself up a new elf hat.
If I’m successful — and there’s no reason to think I won’t be — maybe I’ll make one for Fangette, too. I’ll bet that there will come a day during the seemingly endless Vermont winter when she’ll appreciate owning such a thing.
An elf hat is, as I said, much more than just something to keep your head warm. It’s fun in a box. Yeah, I’m going to make her one. How could I not? How many opportunities does a person have to give someone the gift of fun? In a box? Not many, that’s for sure.
Do you have your own version of the “elf” hat? Are you lucky enough to own something that just makes you happy when you put it on?