Hats

I love hats and enjoy seeing them on other folks, too. I think that when you put a hat on your head, that in some way you are transported. This is similar to the way you get lost in the story you are reading in a book or when watching a really good movie. Now with hats, they are specific to an activity. You have to put on your gardening hat to garden, hunting hat to hunt, digging hat to dig, and baseball cap (worn correctly with the lid facing forward) to go out into the world on your daily travels and, maybe, if you are lucky enough, to attend a ball game. Ruth, a cousin, came to the anniversary party wearing long white gloves and a wonderful flowered hat creation which had belonged to her great Aunt Mildred Brown. Now Ruth did not wear a dress, since she does that only for special occasions and has reputedly worn only one dress one time in the last thirty-five years. However, this hat was a beauty, and I could not resist having fun with it. Like a little kid would, I tried to pick it off her head, without her knowledge, of course. But, alas, no success there. When a picture was suggested, I could resist no longer and briefly got to wear Mildred's hat and be transported????