This is my Shake-a-leg hat. There are probably many like it, bleached from the sun and nearly unwearable, but this one is mine.
I wore this hat the first day I volunteered, kayaking with a group of kids from Miami Childrens Hospital. I wore it when I learned how to sail. I wore it around the office until someone complained. I still wear it kayaking because if I lose it, who cares?
It has sweatstains galore and I spilled windshield wiper fluid on it yesterday. Washing it is no longer of any help.
When I leave this place I intend to give it a Viking funeral. In the meantime it stays in my kitbag.