"Jesus Christ!" she gasped. "You look like broccoli."
She had a point. I was wearing this hat.
It's come to my attention, recently, that I have a thing for hats. Along with broccoli hats, I am fond of:
Boyish hats . . .
Bohemian hats . . .
The flower is real, a gardenia from Om Mama.
Championship hats . . .
En route to the gym.
Fedora hats . . .
And, the newest addition: Ear-flappy hats . . .
Purchased at the first Ibex store, Newbury Street, Boston.
I'm not sure why I dig hats so much. It might be an unhealthy obsession, or a creative form of self-expression. (Thoughts, om guys and gals?) For now, I'll chalk it up to a harmless vice to protect me from the elements this fall and winter. Hats off to October & happy weekend, all!