Exceptionally Uncaught

So I have a beanie. It's pretty much your standard black, woolen, knitted beanie. My parents refer to it as my Intelligence Lowering Beanie, while I and most of my friends call it my Crim Beanie. I love it. I've had it for years, but I didn't really start wearing it until uni. Over the past 5 or 6 years it's done a fantastic job of keeping my ears toasty warm on cold Canberra mornings, and it's protected my head from wind, rain and snow. When I wear it, especially if I haven't shaved for a day or two, it makes me look sufficiently dodgie that no one bothers to hassle me when I'm wondering around alone late at night.

I was understandably upset when I realised I couldn't find it this year. It wasn't in any of the normal places - I hadn't put it safely away in a draw. I hadn't left it in the pocket of my gortex jacket. It wasn't hiding in my normal jacket. It wasn't ready in case of an emergency in my pack. Karina promised me she hadn't "lost it" (she hates my beanie as much as I love it). Every time I've been going out in the cold, I've looked for my beanie, and every time I've been disappointed. Last week I finally gave up and decided to buy a new one. But I couldn't find just a plain black, woolen beanie anywhere (the best I could do was a crappy thinsulate one - if you don't know, once thinsulate gets wet, it's amazingly difficult to get dry).

Then last night I was getting ready to go iceskatting, lamenting the fact that I still had no beanie, when I got a brainwave. I rushed downstairs and went into the garage. After rummaging around for a few minutes, I found it! It had been in a pile of crap I pulled out of my old car about 5 months ago.

So now I can look like a window washer while being protected from the elements!