Seven years ago before we retired and moved from Texas to Mexico, I used to crochet hats. They were one of a kind, artistic, colorful and sometimes a bit zany creations. I often sold them off my head or took special orders. One day, a woman from my yoga class asked me to make a hat for her elderly aunt who lived in a nursing home in South Texas. The hat wasn’t particularly for warmth but to cover her thinning hair. I remember my grandmother wearing a wig because her pink scalp and the loss of her precious mane caused her anxiety. I told Betsy I’d be glad to.
I wove my magic including bits of sparkly yarn. What white haired diva doesn’t love a purple hat. Mona was thrilled with her topper and promptly ordered two more! My guess is they got her compliments, started conversations and helped her make connections, something we all crave and comes less frequently as we age.
On this Christmas Day I awoke and was surprised to find a message from Betsy. We’ve somehow managed to hold onto each other’s contact information. She had seen a recent holiday picture of Mona exchanging gifts with family.
And there she was, wearing one of my hats. I can’t tell you how thrilled I was to receive that note. What made it especially endearing to me is that Mona is 102 years old. What a Christmas gift!
We never know when sometimes the little things are actually the big things. Wishing you lots of little joys when strung together create wonderful memories and a wonderful life. They certainly do for me.
DOS TORTAS
the adventures of dos tortas 
What a wonderful story. I love the hats.
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I wish I had more pictures of them. No chance of wearing knit hats in the tropics!
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What a lovely story!
I have one: many years ago I experienced sudden and multiple losses in one month; my marriage ended, business closed and my amazing step-father died. As I was moving out of a rented house, a huge blizzard hit stranding my two kids and me for a few days until we could get dug out. It was rough. Most furniture and items had already been cleared out. Only we were left with some bedding. Fast forward a few years later when I attended a ransomed gathering of people and met a nice young couple. As we were chatting, one of their sons ran up to us and the hat on his head was very familiar! It was my sons, long lost, but I had made it. I asked them many questions until we figured out the connection. They were renting that former home and found it upstairs in one of the bedrooms. My son must have left it there during the blizzard time of sadness. I never saw them again. Makes me happy to know he liked it.
On Sun 27 Dec 2020 at 7:05 a.m. the adventures of dos tortas wrote:
> afish25 posted: ” Seven years ago before we retired and moved from Texas > to Mexico, I used to crochet hats. They were one of a kind, artistic, > colorful and sometimes a bit zany creations. I often sold them off my head > or took special orders. One day, a woman from my yoga ” >
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Great story. All too often I’ve given people handmade gifts never to see them (the gifts) again. I’d like to think they find themselves to the right person.
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I’d love to be able to crochet. Each time I try, I end up creating some kind of mess. Your hats look wonderful!
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No pattern just love.
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Love this story, and your hat art!
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I still have the 2 hats I bought from you when we were imprisoned by the Health Department. Still love them!
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Now THAT made me laugh! Pictures please.
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I have and wear you Christmas tree earrings.
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I just love your blog! You are such an inspiration. Thank you.
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Why thank you.
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I love it!
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Hey Kris, happy holidays.
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Hey Kris, good to hear from you. Maybe we’ll make that reunion yet.
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