I am a hat fiend. It may be because I am one of the least high maintenance women on the planet. It could also be because I am lazy. Either way, I am a hat girl. I think I may have always been. I do remember seeing lots of pictures of me as a kid with a big bonnet on my head. That was because I was bald and have very pale skin. It was either the bonnet or blisters. I am glad my parents chose hats, and I am still choosing hats. This is the one I am wearing today: 
I got it when I was at Fenway Park the summer before last. Lots of times I am wearing a Dodgers hat. Right now, I am really looking forward to baseball season. I do have a hat from every ballpark I have visited.
My husband is a cool guy and doesn't care if I wear hats all the time or not. One time when we are still dating he asked: "What's up with all the hats?" I had them hanging on the wall of my last apartment and he was curious. "Those are my hats," I answered, "I love hats." He then asked, "Why don't you ever wear them?" I told him that I was still trying to impress him. He said I should just wear the hats. So, here we are. He even hung them all up for me with special hooks when we moved to this house. I love my little display and they are so handy to grab when I want a specific one.
I guess I will always be a hat girl. When Z was little she would always make me put a hat on if I didn't have one on when I came home from work. She couldn't even recognize me. I guess hats are just a part of who I am.
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