bottlebugs
Well-Known Member
Forty Five years ago I was given a tweed ivy cap for my birthday.
It was the best fit of over a hundred hats at a local Irish Market.
Everywhere I went people commented on how it suited me. It was
jaunty or gentil in French. It was what my twin called a burglar cap.
<--NOT
They don't make the same hat anymore. Mine was an special design and no
longer available everywhere I looked. It was a Scottish style with Irish
Donegal tweed. Perfect for a Scots-Irish man.
<---IRISH DONEGAL TWEED
I did a foolish thing twenty five years ago. The hat was worn and stained
and reminded me of the person who had given me the cap. I sold it to a
vintage clothing store. The owner said that they were hard to come by in
any condition.
For the next ten years I searched high and low for a replacement. Regrets
I have few but I soon regretted selling my cap. The original sold to a buyer
minutes after being displayed in the vintage store, so it was gone, gone,
gone. I've bought many of hats since then. Not were quite the same.
One day I was given a lead to meet a prospective client in my new territory
in the far east end of Ottawa. It was a national chain of department stores.
I was given the contract of course, which included meeting the manager at
the other Ottawa location the next day. As I left the store I noticed that they
had a hat display. Why not? I couldn't believe my eyes! They had my hat!
I bought it and returned to the office. My new secretary commented on the
great hat that I was wearing. Everywhere I went I got compliments. I told
her the sweet luck I had and she suggested that I buy another one in case I
lost this one. The next day, at the other store, I saw another hat exactly like
the first so I bought it. I put it away for safe keeping. So I thought. Then I
lost it. I looked high and low for the spare but to no avail. It was gone too.
Recently, I posted another story about the flags I had made. I opened up an
old barracks box where they were kept. My wife had been in there years ago.
She had wrapped up everything and left notes on the care of some of the
items. It was like Christmas! There were old baseball gloves and ball caps
from the 1930s, a hood ornament from a Rocket Eighty Eight and of course
two of the flags that I had created. I wondered what had happened to this
stuff. I assumed they were sold back in the day. Neatly wrapped at the
bottom of the box was a soft surprise package. It was my hat! She had of
course squirrelled it away for me all those years before.
I went out with it yesterday. Everywhere I went I got compliments on the hat.
Now I don't let it out of my sight.
It was the best fit of over a hundred hats at a local Irish Market.
Everywhere I went people commented on how it suited me. It was
jaunty or gentil in French. It was what my twin called a burglar cap.
They don't make the same hat anymore. Mine was an special design and no
longer available everywhere I looked. It was a Scottish style with Irish
Donegal tweed. Perfect for a Scots-Irish man.
I did a foolish thing twenty five years ago. The hat was worn and stained
and reminded me of the person who had given me the cap. I sold it to a
vintage clothing store. The owner said that they were hard to come by in
any condition.
For the next ten years I searched high and low for a replacement. Regrets
I have few but I soon regretted selling my cap. The original sold to a buyer
minutes after being displayed in the vintage store, so it was gone, gone,
gone. I've bought many of hats since then. Not were quite the same.
One day I was given a lead to meet a prospective client in my new territory
in the far east end of Ottawa. It was a national chain of department stores.
I was given the contract of course, which included meeting the manager at
the other Ottawa location the next day. As I left the store I noticed that they
had a hat display. Why not? I couldn't believe my eyes! They had my hat!
I bought it and returned to the office. My new secretary commented on the
great hat that I was wearing. Everywhere I went I got compliments. I told
her the sweet luck I had and she suggested that I buy another one in case I
lost this one. The next day, at the other store, I saw another hat exactly like
the first so I bought it. I put it away for safe keeping. So I thought. Then I
lost it. I looked high and low for the spare but to no avail. It was gone too.
Recently, I posted another story about the flags I had made. I opened up an
old barracks box where they were kept. My wife had been in there years ago.
She had wrapped up everything and left notes on the care of some of the
items. It was like Christmas! There were old baseball gloves and ball caps
from the 1930s, a hood ornament from a Rocket Eighty Eight and of course
two of the flags that I had created. I wondered what had happened to this
stuff. I assumed they were sold back in the day. Neatly wrapped at the
bottom of the box was a soft surprise package. It was my hat! She had of
course squirrelled it away for me all those years before.
I went out with it yesterday. Everywhere I went I got compliments on the hat.
Now I don't let it out of my sight.
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