Just before Christmas I went to the Post Office near my flat, then got on the bus into town. It was only when I got off the bus I realised that my hat was missing. I'm usually careful with my hats and gloves, but somewhere I had misplaced it.
This hat was one I knit last year to a pattern I made up myself, though for some reason I had never blogged about it. I loved it because it was a beret made exactly to my specifications, with just the right fit in the ribbing.
I made my husband walk the route from flat to post office, called the Post Office to see if I had left it there and called the bus company lost property to report it. All to no avail. It would look like an unremarkable hat to anyone else, but it was my favourite and I was kicking myself for being so careless with it.
I did scribble the pattern down somewhere, so when I eventually find my notes I will try to knit it again. At least I do have the skills to make it again, so I suppose I should count myself lucky.
Farewell beloved beret!
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