Five years ago yesterday, I met my hubby at The Red Room in San Francisco. In a wiley scheme involving a sassy red hat named after yours truly and my friend Emily from Moe Sew Co. my husband arranged for me to be opening a box on Saturday night to celebrate our five year anniversary. What a sly dog. With a sly helper. When I opened it, thinking, Wow, Emily, HUGE box for a PEN…” was I ever elated to discover MY HAT!
I had actually planned to arrange a layaway payments with Emily that might have taken the rest of my life to pay off, because Could I really live without the Main Chelsea Hat?! NO! I freakin’ love it, and now I’m afraid some shopping is in order so I can have an outfit worthy of such a topper. (Oh, darn.)
In addition to having a very sweet and thoughtful husband who was tricky and secretive and surprised me completely, I have to take a minute to point out that Emily’s craftsmanship is absolutely stunning. This hat is even more beautiful in person than when I coveted it on FaceBook, where she first posted pix of it. I will cherish it always.
Actually… it kinda makes me want to dive between the sheets with the hubby and make that baby girl I never got, just so I can give her this sweet hat one day. Then I can say, “Your mom was so amazing, they named a hat after her. A red one. And then your crazy red headed daddy smuggled it secretly to me.” And then I’d probably tell her that it was a magical hat that would make unicorns and fairies come to life when she wears it, and make all her wildest dreams come true.