Black Fleece Hat

One of the things that makes me edgy is when I can't find my hat. I have worn my periwinkle hat most of the winter but it was time to wash it so I searched for my black fleece hat, the hat that I've worn for 29 years.

Thanks to the committee of sleep, in the shower this morning I suddenly remembered that I wore my black fleece hat under my huge red fleece hat during the long cold wait for our participation in the Brockton Christmas Parade. I had changed into my milkman hat at the last minute so the fleece hats were stashed with the band hats. I'm so happy! I will keep them in the winter hats and gloves drawer where they belong.