It's just a hat...

It was a Tilley hat...I used it for golfing...It was great for protection from the sun. It caught on fire this morning. I left it on a lamp in my bedroom...ooppsssyyyy!

My first thought when I smelled smoke in my house was that something might be happening next door...maybe the neighbor has her fireplace going...or more alarming...maybe she fell asleep with a cigarette in bed...yea, I know, I immediately went to worst case scenario thinking she may have caught her house on fire...but my mind went there instantly.

I followed the smell and it led me right to the scene...there sat Tilley...smoke rising from her brim...my lovely pink hat that has protected me on so many beautiful sunny days was now burning...quickly. I grabbed her...ran to the kitchen and threw her in the sink. As I drenched her in cold water I couldn't help but grin...how stupid was that...she's just a hat...an expensive hat...drats!!!

I hope you all have a Wonderful Wednesday and that your hats on a hat rack...it makes a difference!

Poor Hat! Very funny, and it reminded me of a long ago Christmas. Husband was at work so I put up the tree, decorated it with my almost two-year-old son working on the bottom. My mom had given me all the childhood ornaments, and I was thrilled to share my Christmases Past. We sat down on the floor to gaze up at our beautiful tree. It was stunning. And then it fell. I scooped my son out of the way and stared, horrified. All the precious memories of my youth had smashed except one. I cried. My son asked, "Why are you crying?" I said, "That's my Christmas, from when I was little like you," and he replied, "I'll be your Christmas, Mama."
And so he has been.