For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved hats. Unfortunately, I’ve never been brave enough to go out in public in fancy head gear.
However, hats have become my friend as I have more and more bad hair days. The long, straight, easy to handle hair of my youth is long gone; and even the short, wavy, wash and go hair of my 30s and 40s is no more. Instead, now I struggle with frizzy, fuzzy, curly, unmanageable hair, probably a curse for my lack of empathy with my daughters who have dealt with hard to handle hair from birth.
This picture is a reminder that I was hair challenged early in life. My mom tried to curl the few wisps of hair or add bows or ribbons with little success. A frilly dress and a bonnet guaranteed her baby would be recognized as a girl.