I feel like I could talk about this hat forever.
I love it. Ben wore it a lot when we were first dating and I was so charmed by it. Maybe it's because Ben is from the East and I've always been fascinated with that part of the country (though up until this summer, had never really been to) and the Yankees hat symbolized that for me. Or maybe it was because he told me he'd had it since he was a kid and every time I put it on, I felt connected to his mysterious New Hampshire life.
I don't know. I love it. Love it. I found it beneath a pile of sweaters in our closet this morning and gave it to Ben to wear. It made my morning, in one of those unexplainable ways.
|I was trying to take a picture of these super warm wool socks I found in one of Ben's storage bins, but it looks more like a pregnancy-belly shot, haha.|
I feel like I should be going on more adventures, like wine tastings and flower workshops. My life is lame here in Wisconsin. Ben and I even try to do cultural things like buy free trade chocolate and watch documentaries about South Korea and criminal punishment taboos worldwide, but everything always ends up feeling the same and our nights close with New Glarus beers with old friends and episodes of Sherlock.
I envy so many of the lives I read through other people's blogs, because everything seems so much more glamorous than old hats and strange bacon. But I suppose I do really love this little life of mine and even if all I have is just a few pictures here and there of the same picnic table used as a dining room table, than so be it.
That's all I have for today.