Funny but poignant too . I find it difficult to throw out old items when they have good memories even when I know theyβre past their best . Maybe Iβm thinking theyβre a bit like me π
I did buy one last year when I was in Scarborough and posted a little poem about it. I posted under a different name at the time which has now become 'Hidden' so I'll repeat it here just to complete the hat saga. At the time I unjustly thought that Midge was the culprit.
I know that Midge has looked at me
When I was wearing my hat.
And wondered why I wore on my head
Such a tasty morsel as that.
And so it was that my straw hat
Had a hole getting bigger and bigger
Until it finally reached the stage
Where people began to snigger.
So Scarborough is the place to go
To get a hat with style.
A line of shops down Foreshore Street
That must stretch for a mile.
And there it was looking just the job
I said you must be mine.
A bit expensive I thought
At four pounds ninety-nine! (Well I am in Yorkshire.)
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