I simply had to rummage the closets and pull out all the items I wrote about yesterday. Memory is a fickle thing. There are actually four hats that I spun and knit, and there must have been a fifth one  because I know there was a white beret at one time, and the bluish-green one had escaped memory.

Berets are a good hat style for me, because I can bundle up all my waist-length hair inside.