Socks are not my only love.
Let me give you a minute to process that shocking information.
Yes, it's true. While socks have a very, very special place in my heart, I also have a weakness for hats. The bigger, the better. The crazier, the better. It is my dream to one day attend the Kentucky Derby for the hats alone. Give me something huge and gaudy with tulle and sequins and feathers, and I am in heaven, y'all.
So naturally, today is one of my favorite days of the year. It is National Hat Day. The day to celebrate all things millinery. Now, as I mentioned before, I live in a tiny, tiny room. Which means that my biggest and best hats are currently stored away for safe keeping. But rest assured - my cramped quarters have not stifled my love of hats. Just steered me toward slightly smaller versions of my lovelies.
There was a woman named Willie Oates who was a state legislator and major philanthropist in Arkansas who died a few years ago, and she was officially (as in decreed by the governor) dubbed "The Hat Lady of Arkansas." I had the pleasure of meeting her on a few occasions before her death in 2008, and fell instantly in love with her, and not just for her outrageous headgear. But that was definitely part of it.
So from the cloche:
To the cap:
To the bucket:
The fur-lined with ear flaps:
To the beanie with a propeller on top:
Happy National Hat Day, y'all!!