With hunting season here again, I was recently reminded of an ongoing problem for the two weeks of late November that make up firearm deer season: DH can not identify his own orange hat.
Now, this is a problem because it means that there is a chance that when you go to suit up and hit the woods to hunt some deer, your orange hat will not be where you left it. It will, instead, be on DH's head and he will insist that it is his. Leaving you with two choices: insist it is yours and then help DH find where his actually is, or give in and borrow the orange hat of someone who is not hunting that particular day (like, say, DS2 who is not around to hunt currently). I prefer to use my own hat, for a number of reasons, including the fact that I have a small head compared to the rest of the family (I'm also the shortest, even though I'm 5' 7" tall!) which makes everyone else's hats just a bit loose on me.
Well, this past week I came up with a solution, at least for me. Everyone else will still have to deal with DH's hat-stealing tendencies. But for myself, I thought up something that will keep my orange hunting hat safely off DH's head:
I made myself a new one. One that is small, and 'girly' with many small cables. It won't fit his head, and it obviously is not his--it has the wrong texture and doesn't look like a hunting hat 'should'.
I got some bright orange yarn (yes, it can be found, I used Encore in worsted weight that is 75% acrylic and 25% wool), follwed a pattern out of the Fall 2013 issue of knitsimple magazine (page 74, #11 cabled hat--leaving off the pompom on the top and the french knots for decoration the magazine showed it in), and knit up my own new hunting hat.
It's not as blaze orange as the fleece gaiter I wear around my neck on cold windy hunting days, but it's close enough to work. It is actually almost exactly the same shade as DH's hunting hat, which I think goes to show that there are variations of blaze orange.
Anyway, it works (keeps my head warm and prevents it getting shot off), and DH can definitely tell it is not his. For this, I am thankful. Mission accomplished.