Home is where you hang your hat
Archived in 2022
Originally posted on 26 Nov 2005
When I first moved into my new place, I looked at my tiny hallway and thought, “Wouldn’t a hat rack look simply smashing there? A nice old bent wood hat rack?”
And thus began the passive quest. A quest which ended today.
I was just meandering around town, as I’m wont to do, and I found myself in one of the innumerable antique stores. It wasn’t even on my path home, so I’m not sure why I was near the place at all. But I wandered in and this hat rack was one of the first things I saw. I was almost afraid to look at the price, as every other one I’d seen like it was in the $200 range. This one was in the $60 range. Someone very much wanted me to buy a hat rack today, and who was I to argue?
The thing is, unless I’m out buying groceries I normally get about town by walking. How in the heck am I going to get home with a hat rack? The same way you got to the store in the first place: hoof it.
So I grabbed my new hat rack and set off for home. It was probably about seven blocks or so. As I was walking along, I kept seeing drivers gawking at me as they passed. Yeah, I know what they were all thinking, “Gee, look at that lady’s rack.”
Onlookers aside, it was an uneventful trip home. The new hat rack fits perfectly in the corner I had chosen for it. Now my jackets can be hung up rather than festooning the living room furniture.
The one drawback to finally having something in the hallway is that it makes the rest of the hallway seem rather barren. I might have to breakdown and overcome my fear of decorating long enough to find something to hang on the wall in there.