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!
Darling photos!! Love the herringbone (is the the right pattern?) on the top left. And hats such as these need some nice tights. And cute boots.
Indeed, that is a famous herringbone tweed! It’s as scratchy and woolen and warm as it looks – don’t get to wear it too often, because it’s for deep winter. I’m learning, though — you can wear a hat like that in Cali if you lose the coat. It’s all a balancing act!
You’d like the houndstooth hat in the bottom photo as well – it’s a real bucket hat, and perfect for that roiling misty rain in SCotland – only my chin sticks out, when it’s properly unfurled.