Turns out there might be a right way and a wrong way to wash a Tilley hat.
Washing was overdue -- the hat would freeze solid outdoors in winter, and was sticky and nasty when it got wet in the rain.
Thing is, even after the trip through the washing machine, it was still sticky.
The hat's roots are in Alaska, on the cruise that Jenn and I took for our honeymoon. Considering there were probably less than sixty days in the ensuing eight years and ten months that I did not wear the hat, I don't think I can claim that I didn't get my money's worth out of it.
Time to go looking for another one! Maybe I'll try getting Tilley to honour the lifetime warranty on the dead one first.
