See the eldest girl in the middle with the ugly bowl bonnet on her head? That was me. See the cute younger sister with the brimmed hat and ribbons? That was my sister, “Pindy.” The third sister was much younger and probably had a blanket wrapped around her.
I was so jealous of my sister’s hat. I do not recall how many years I had to have a bowl on my head, but I probably rebelled enough to get out of hat-wearing after a couple of years.
Perhaps this early chapeaux is what sent me on a life-long love of hats? I have at least 40, and I seem to find myself drawn to them whenever I am lucky enough to be wandering through a clothing store. I have them in hat boxes and stuffed in a closet. Why don’t I wear them more often? The brims. My favorite hats all have super wide brims, the kind someone behind me in church or otherwise would not be able to see around. The kind that don’t fit in the car when you slide in. The kind that draw attention when worn.
I guess I made up for the bowl bonnet years in a rather disproportionate way, didn’t I? That settles it. I’m wearing a hat this Easter! Wait – I don’t have a pink one to match my outfit.
Shopping anyone?
