Today was a happy day in many ways. CPT America took the day off. That’s always nice. The whole family went ice skating together. That’s nice, too. And, much to my relief, I found my camel hat.
This hat (which measures 12″ when stretched out) has been my constant winter companion for more than two years now – ever since I spent a small fortune on two skeins of camel hair yarn at the New England Fiber Festival. I’ve always been intrigued by interesting fibers, and even though this yarn had only a small percentage of camel hair (the rest was alpaca), I thought it would be worth the splurge.
And it was.
I found a pattern for a hat called the “Sockhead Hat” online and got to work. It took a while to complete because the yarn was so thin, but, in the end, I had a wonderfully warm, soft hat that could be worn either long or (with the brim doubled over) not so long. This became my go-to hat for dog walking, sledding, ice skating…anytime I needed to keep my head warm. The slouchiness meant I could pull the hat down well over my ears and the back of my neck. And it never itched. Ever. The more I used it, the more I fell in love.
Then, last week, it disappeared. I wore my camel hat to Home Depot and then back home, and the next time I reached for it, I couldn’t find it.
I was surprised how upset I got. After all, it was only a hat. I had at least three others in the hall closet. Nice hats. Attractive hats. Warm hats. But I didn’t want any of those hats. I wanted my camel hat. I whined about it to CPT America. I asked the girls to keep an eye out for it. I prayed. I even called my mother.
My reaction surprised me. I’m not the sort of person who gets attached to possessions. I like to think I can take or leave things pretty easily. And usually, that’s the case. But, this hat was different.
Which is why I was so relieved when I found it this morning – in the basement, on a shelf by the Christmas decorations. I must have left it there when I got home from Home Depot and went to the basement to check on a load of laundry. I must have decided I was too warm, taken off the hat, and failed to bring it back upstairs with me. Then, when I scoured the house and the car, looking for the hat, I didn’t even think to check the basement. The trunk, yes. The pockets of my coats, absolutely. But the basement? No.
Never mind. It doesn’t matter. I’m just glad to have my hat back – and in time for today’s ice skating, too. But I have been trying to pin down just why I love this hat so much. Sure, part of it has to do with my having made it. But, I have lots of hats I’ve made, and I don’t feel the same way about them. Part of it has to do with the unusual nature of the yarn, I think. And then there’s the fact that it is so well-suited to its purpose. As a hat, it just works. Whatever the reason(s), I find it interesting that a person can develop such a strong attachment to an everyday object like a hat. An attachment where you actually grieve its loss. Strange – but there it is.
And, in case you’re wondering, yes, I’m wearing my hat right now, as I write.
From the dining room table, thinking I need to knit with camel hair more often,