I’ve never been a hat girl. Partly because I have a big head and a lot of hair, so it’s difficult to find one that fits. But mostly, I’ll admit, because I don’t look very good in them. As I faced numerous trips to the woodshed in cold, hard, rain this week, though, I reached for one of Dagny’s hats. Not just any hat – a hat handmade by my favorite Karen. If I’m going to look stupid, I might as well have two giant pompoms bouncing on my head.
What I learned? Hats are good. By the time I finished hauling wood, I didn’t much need the fire.