I am not a hat person. In fact, I believe that I look ridiculous in hats. Wandering through the accessories department I want so much to just pick up a hat and try it on. Preening in the mirror I would see this gorgeous creature not ridiculous me wearing a hat that is obviously too small for my big head with even bigger hair.
I am not a hat person.
My daughters, on the other hand look great in hats…any hats. They put them on and transform into whatever characteristic the hat conveys and they strut around confidently wearing their hat. It’s the self confidence that they have, I know. Yes, I have been jealous of that confidence my girls have while at the same time congratulating myself and their father for being the awesome parents that we are to have raised up such dauntless human beings. If only I had that sense of self back when I was their age. I would have been wearing hats all the time.
Alas, I am not a hat person.
But the other day I decided to try on a hat…
It fit! A ladies’ hat that fit my fat head! I kind of liked how I looked with it on too. So I bought it. Then I wore it today…all day…everywhere.
Perfect day to wear such a hat too since it was hot like seven inches from the mid-day sun hot.
I have a hat. It is graceful and feminine and has a wide brim with a red ribbon around the band. It gives me a certain dignity, as if I were attending a state funeral or something. People are generous in their compliments. Someday I may get up enough courage to wear it, instead of carrying it.
~ Erma Bombeck