Skully Come Home?

Remember this hat? (Please forgive the very old, fuzzy quality photo — this is intarwebs wayback at work!)

The hat I knit my husband that was stolen last night

I awoke this morning and went through my usual routine; when I came out to get in my truck, however, I discovered that someone had been through my truck; emptied out the center console, dumped out my handbag, and just generally went through everything.

The good news is, there was nothing actually stolen out of my car. I still don’t know what the thief was really looking for.

The bad news is, they checked my husband’s car, too, and evidently decided that the only thing worth taking was the ONE thing I could not simply replace with an insurance check and a shopping trip — my husband’s handknit, much-loved, much-worn skully hat.

So I’ve already ordered yarn to knit him another, but in a perfect world (and yes, I know how unlikely this is), the hat would find its way home.

I do have a case number with Fairfax County Police, so if you see the hat floating around this area (presuming you’re local!), please let me know where and if you can, a description of the individual wearing it so I can let them know.

If by some really freak, crazy accident the person who stole the hat finds their way to this blog –

Dude. NOT COOL. Return the hat, please? That’s 30-odd hours of my life spent knitting that hat, and love put into it for my husband. Do the right thing. Bring it back and just leave it on the doorstep or something? I’m not looking to press charges, I just want the hat back. Thanks.