I used to have a book by Pablo Naruda that contained all of his Odes, including Ode to My Socks. From time to time I would open the book randomly and marvel at how these simple, every day items inspired such beautiful poetry, making the familiar special, praising the simple joys.
I am not a poet, but if I was one I would write about this bucket hat:
After decades of wearing caps to keep the sun out of my eyes, and my bald head a little warmer, I acquired a bucket hat this Autumn when I had to replace yet another cap that was lost. A few weeks later I know I made the right choice. I can scrunch up my bucket hat and put it into a pocket, eliminating forgetting a cap that I parked somewhere and overlooked. I think I must have lost at least a dozen caps that way. The hat keeps my head warm. It keeps the sun out of my eyes. While the brim is shorter than that of a cap, I can wear it low enough over my head to do the job. The hat also keeps rain from dripping between my neck and coat, because its brim goes all the way around. Good bye cap and hello hat!
yes- great hat. Bought a bucket hat for my daughter- she loves it too. Really handy when it is raining lightly – no need for an umbrella. Just remember to scrunch it up and put in pocket.
My cousin came over the other day and gave me a large plaid bag for shopping. I usually take a boring canvas bag – I walk to stores most days and pick up what we may need.. since i can get fresh stuff daily …”going down to the village to pick up…”
Now i have this great plaid bag that i can wear across my body – large enough to put stuff in.- yeah i feel like writing a poem (or story) about it -very Scottish looking.