No, there's not a better photo of me in the hat.
This is very similar to when I lost my planner. But I really don't have time to destroy, rearrange, then clean the whole house looking for my beloved hat.
Yes, if the damn thing is so beloved, maybe I shouldn't have lost it in the first place. Well, it sort of smelled bad. It was my summer adventure hat, and at the end of summer, it, like me, was getting a wee bit ripe.
Ah, maybe I'll go check the garage.
I found my hat!! It's not covered in cat hair, it wasn't destinking in the garage, I had put it lovingly away in the hall closet. It was just shoved too far back for me to see without a flashlight.
Now that brings up another sob story.