I miss my orange hat. I like orange and many thinks it's my favorite color. That's wrong. It's white. But, I dislike wearing white clothing. Orange is bright and happy and full. Every piece of orange that I have has a story behind it. My orange covers for my headphones which I stole from my friend/roommate. My orange hoodie which I got because my boyfriend hit me in the eye with a toy bows and arrows set (see a previous post). My orange hat which is very not fancy gotten at a very fancy hat store.

With summer here, I could not wear that orange hat. I miss my orange hoodie as well, but not as much as that orange hat which makes my hair look just the way I want it all the time. As I can not find any pictures of me in the hat, I provide you with a picture of the boyfriend, pretending to be me.



I think it's okay to miss an inanimate object. To grow attached to something that doesn't love you back. Maybe not such a good idea for people, but my hat... it's too awesome to not have feelings for.