So mom is still on a hat kick.
Sitting at dinner she kept talking about how she could find things in nature and add them to the hat.
“I could look on the ground and get some lile a pine code or a rock or …”
“A feather covered in blood?”
You know I have several pictures of you in funny hats from highschool, so I think it might be genetic.
Blarney stone? Kissed.
Rock of Cashel? Climbed.
Kilkenny Castle? Copious pictures taken.
Wool blanket? Acquired.
Turns out the hotel we stayed in last night was the one that mom had tea in 4 years ago when she came. we just picked it out of a book.