I love hats. A lot. Beyond being stylish, they hide things. Lumpy heads. Bad hair. Grey roots. A bad mood. They bring out things. Some fun. Daring, maybe? A flash of color. I feel overtly fetching when I where one. But sometimes I feel silly trying to work one into an outfit. Though I am instinctively drawn to hats -- always, every store, every style -- when I buy one, I am instantly self conscious of maybe trying too hard. To cover things. To bring out things. Though I do wear hats quite often, I know that the older I get will be directly proportional to the frequency of my increased hat wearing. I'm gonna wear teeshirts, jeans and big old lady church hats with feathers and nets and beads and felt. I'm gonna try too hard, and not give a shit.
More silliness here.
6 hours ago