I like hats. I don’t wear them as often as I’d like because it’s hard to fit my big old noggin’ in most styles, but I do love them. They shade the eyes, keep the head warm or cool, protect from the elements, hide unfortunate hair incidents, add an element of style… Yes, I do love a good hat! And I also love the adage “Home is where you hang your hat.” It makes sense, doesn’t it? You come into your shelter, your space, and you no longer need your hat to protect you; you’re home.
The concept of home is much like my description of motherhood – so universal and yet so personal. Since living in Florida, which is the longest period of time I’ve lived in one place, I have moved residence over 20 times! So my concept of home is not tied to a building or geographic location. It is, quite literally, wherever I hang my hat. Today’s work is a photo of my hat wall – a beloved feature in the last 3 places I’ve lived, surrounded by the “log cabin” quilt square. Remember that we become what we surround ourselves with, so with this piece, I wish you a warm, cozy, enveloping feeling of peace in the place you hang your hat.