Lately I’ve been sort of in the mood for berets. I remember having a fuschia pink beret when I was about nine (my mom had me wearing berets during the cold months long before that but this one was special), it was kind of fuzzy and I loved it. That fall a day didn’t pass by without me wearing it until one day when I went to the grocery store with my dad. The days spent with my dad were very special to me, since my mom and dad had gotten divorced not too long before that I didn’t spend as much time with my dad as I used to. I guess at some time I must have taken off the beret to put it in my pocket and when exiting the store, reaching my pocket to put it on again it was gone. GONE. I could see on the look of my dad’s face he really didn’t get the tragedy of this lost beret, me on the other hand: HEARTBROKEN. When a teardrop slowly ran down my face my dad took my hand and we searched the whole store for it but it was nowhere to be found. I never found a beret good enough to replace that true love of mine. Now, looking at the pictures above I think it might be about time to find a new one. I think I’ll go for a black one this time, though.