I remember the teacher reading this book to me when I was quite young. Did this have any impact on my choice of careers later in life? Pearl managed to find this book for me at a thrift store in Seattle (originally published in 1940).

In a nutshell, this old guy stacks all his hats on his head and sells them. One day (on a slow sales day) he falls asleep under a tree and when he wakes up, the monkeys are making a wild fashion statement.

I won’t be the spoiler for how he gets the hats back. My friend Holli has a fantastic inventory of children’s books that mention knitting. I was thrilled to have my own all about hats.

Pearl, I can’t thank you enough for this blast from the past. I will treasure it forever. And one more shot for the day. Pearl in the shop with my favourite thing she has ever knit….giant monkey (an homage to Caps for Sale?) Someone (?) needs to knit him a hat.

Well, I guess I’ll go back to tagging inventory for my show tomorrow. I can’t believe how much I have knit/crocheted/spun and dyed since the beginning of the year. Really, I didn’t think I had done much.

I love them. I hate tagging them on to garments. It can’t be lovey, dovey all the time. Such is the nature of relationships.