My Aunt Cess has educated me that hats with feathers are wrong. She doesn't wear hats. She doesn't wear fur. So far I've avoided feathers and out of respect for her, I will not go there. But she will not break me of my love for hats.
Crazy Grandma is to blame. She plopped a hat on my head and I've never stopped. I've worn Easter bonnets and I occasionally wear hats to weddings and funerals. I wear beach hats and visors. These days, you're most likely to find me in a baseball cap with a funny saying or a town I have visited.
The husband (correct as usual) thinks we should be weeding some things out. The closet is a good place to start but I immediately shouted, "Don't touch my hats!"
2 comments:
Love your hats in the picture - and your big flip flops.
I have always loved this picture.
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