I was just reading Lorie’s blog when I saw this post. I could not believe it. I have that strainer.
I couldn’t believe her little boy wears it as a hat. That is all I ever did with it. I would walk into my grandma’s house and put on my "hat." When my grandma died the only thing I wanted was that hat. It has spots that are melted. It’s color is faded. But it is my hat and I love it. Do you have anything like that? Something that reminds you of your whole childhood? Something you will never let go of? Here’s to you and your hat Henry!