I have a confession to make. I made a HUGE mistake.
For those of you who don't know my husband personally you'll just have to take my word for it when I tell you that he has a favorite hat (You can see him wearing it in this post here. I don't even know what the hat would be called for sure... news boy cap? Who knows. If you do know please enlighten me.) It's not just an ordinary hat, as Dustin would tell you himself. It was made in Scotland and it belonged to his great grandfather who gave it to him while he was still alive. The same great grandfather who graces the wall of our hallway in a large print of the above photograph taken when he still owned his pumping station. There he is smoking a cigarette leaning right on the fuel pump giving the camera a wink. Mr. Safety himself. He died shortly after Dustin and I were married.
The hat has some major history for me and Dustin. He was wearing it the night I first ever laid eyes on him and he sure looked handsome to me!! I loved the hat, too, and the history that went along with it (even if over the years I've grown to see that hat worn with many an outfit I didn't necessarily think it matched with.... minor details.......)
Well, folks I accidentally went and washed the hat. It was mixed in with all the clothes that were in the suitcase and I never noticed it when I was sorting the clothes into the laundry baskets. Did I mention it was a 100% wool cap? YUP. Now it fits Ally's head. She looks pretty cute in it actually. I've taken to calling her Oliver Twist when she's wearing it. And, of course, I am trying to teach her to say , "Please, sir, may I have another?" in her best English accent, which is pretty entertaining and all, but somehow I don't think it makes up for the major loss Dustin has experienced.
When he discovered the shrunken mess he walked in and calmly stated. "you shrunk my hat. Aren't you even going to say sorry?" I was thinking it was simply another one of his ba-jillion baseball caps with our company logo on it. No big deal, go grab another from the stash. I thought.
"No! Who cares!?"
GAAAASSSSSP! A look of shock went over his face. The betrayal!! The horror! "What kind of woman is she anyway?" He must have thought.
When it finally dawned on me that it was THE hat we were talking about I felt terrible. I don't think I've groveled nearly enough yet. Poor husband.