Occasionally we’re allowed to be thankful for something totally frivolous, yes? (More frivolous than candied nuts and holiday food, I mean.)
I love my hats. I grew up with a woman who hates them – and tights – and so there’s no real reckoning on how those are two of my favorite things in life. Of course, no one knotted my hair through a hole in an Easter bonnet, so I guess I like hats because I can take them off (what was my grandmother thinking????) and because they let me pretend that I have some sense of style.
There’s not much in this world which allows this pretense, so for that, I am indeed thankful!