The Happiest Hat

Life is filled with moments worth celebrating.  I have just had the unique privilege of understanding that joy reaches new heights when followed by an extended period of sadness.
Since receiving THIS  happy news, I find myself dancing around the house and my son begs me repeatedly to please stop singing.
Sorry kid, Mama’s happy.

Whenever I experience an excess of emotion, I find hand felting a hat to be helpful.  In fact, just last week, I learned that the repetitive, forceful throwing of the hat against the table  ( part of the felting process, honest) was just what the doctor ordered.  This week, I danced right through the creation of this hat.  I thought it was going to be for sale, but Tony easily convinced me that this hat needed to be mine.  It is the embodiment of true joy and there’s no way to put a dollar value on that.  See you around town.