A friend’s post about hats she has knitted reminded me of a recent story about my hat and the horses. The hat is a plain gray knit stocking cap. It was given to me by a friend. It won’t stay on. I hate this hat. I think it must be a child’s hat.
One cold morning, I decided I needed a hat to go feed the horses. The hood on my coat just wasn’t going to cut it. I grabbed the dreaded gray hat and by the time I was halfway to the barn lot the thing started to creep up. Sigh. I got to the lot and Blondie took one look at me and ran.
I laughed, “Yea, I don’t like this hat either.”
“Snort!”
Suddenly something hits me in the head from behind, knocking the hat off. I turn around and there is T-Bird, standing there proudly, happy that he saved me from that stupid hat. I thanked him.
The hat is going into the donation box and hopefully some child who doesn’t have opinionated horses will be able to use it.
