Sometimes I imagine. I imagine what it would be like to have lived during another era. A different time. I drink my coffee from a china cup and saucer. I enjoy the nostaligia of it. Forget Starbucks and fast food. Slow it down folks.
Which reminds me of hats. I like hats. Can you remember when women wore hats? It hasn’t changed for men. Men wear ball caps, cowboy hats, bowler hats, stocking hats, any hat they want. The only women I see wear hats are in church on Easter or ball caps with pony tails pulled through, a real classy look. I’m on a mission to find a hat with a unique style. No, I don’t want some frilly bonnet or ginormous sunhat. But I think I’m fond of berets. Perhaps the crispness of October beckons berets. This site has a smorgasbord of hats to choose from.
Ashlynn, my precocious niece went garage sale-ing this past weekend and returned very proud of this one of a kind find!
She also found some booties. Forgive my blurry pictures. I’m sure my camera was on a bad setting and it had nothing at all to do with the photographer.
And so, I begin my hat hunting endeavor. Maybe I’ll just borrow my niece’s hand knitted hat. My husband is thrilled! (not really)
Angel Wheeler 
angel, do you kno where the phrase, mad as a hatter, comes from? hatters used to use some kind of chemical, i think it was mercury, on their hats to make the brims stiff, and usually went mad later in life/ found this out channel surfing one afternoon. and, you and jo thought i was just wasting time watching tv.
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