Once upon a time I wrote a post on the old blogging platform Vox about things I always wanted to do because of certain songs I love. For instance, when I was in high school I searched out and read “that famous book by Nabokov” because of the line in the Police song. Some of things, if memory serves me, included knowing when to hold them and knowing when to fold them, and building a city on rock and roll.
You get the picture. Some of them were witty (or attempts at witty) and some of them were genuine, like the Nabokov book. Another of the genuine ones? Owning a raspberry beret. Ideally this would have been from a secondhand store. You get the idea.
I think the video for “Raspberry Beret” hit the same summer we got cable, which is incidentally the same summer I spent every waking moment watching MTV. And who wasn’t mesmerized by that cloudy suit Prince wore? Nobody, that’s who. That video launched a six-hundred-thousand desires for raspberry berets, including mine.
So now that I’m the type of person who can turn yarn into things, I decided it was about time that I got me that raspberry beret.
I made myself a raspberry beret. In fact, I made myself roughly three and a half raspberry berets. Here’s what I have learned. There is no way to crochet a raspberry beret that doesn’t it make it look like a toilet-lid cover my mom had in 1984. Did your mom have these? I’m not sure what their purpose was, other than to be disgusting germ catchers. The other thing I learned is that 6’5″ potato-headed giants cannot pull off a beret. At all. When I wear it I look like I’m wearing a teeny, tiny toilet-lid cover. It’s not a good look.
But now I can technically say that I have owned a raspberry beret, and I think I might have to donate it to Goodwill. Of course.
“I think I might have to donate it to Goodwill” – why do you hate poor people and bargain shoppers? i kid! i kid!
If you were in a secondhand store and saw a raspberry beret, wouldn’t you practically die of happiness? Of course you would.
you know, i stand corrected. i bet you could make big bucks if you kept making raspberry berets that looked like toilet cover cozies. seriously. i bet there’s a very large (albeit underground) demand for it. and you could write a very little short story about each one.
you’d make millions! millions, i tell you – millions!
Instead, perhaps I should just auction off this one as a one-of-a-kind original and make millions! The thought of making a bajillion raspberry berets makes me want to weep.
I’m pretty sure the original lyrics were “… and if it looked like a toilet lid cover she wouldn’t wear it much more” but that didn’t really fit the meter so Prince changed it to the thing about it being warm.
I imagine the challenge of selling such an item at a Goodwill is they may not have separate entrance and exit doors, and obviously one must meet the criterion of walking in through the out door before they can legally sell it. That’s actually why they’re so rare.