Two Black Hats

I lost track of my black hat for the third time in ten years. I am not ready to live without it. It is the only thing that makes me feel beautiful. This morning I realized it was gone as soon as I got indoors after my morning walk. I turned around and ran as fast as I could retracing my walk with Lily. I found an identical muddy black hat on the sidewalk, near Diamond Hill Road, picked it up and then turned the corner onto Ethel Street and found my hat on the sidewalk. I took them both home and washed them. Now I have my hat and it's understudy.