I’m afraid this straw hat is becoming permanently attached to my head.
Every night when I go inside, I’m seriously surprised that it actually comes off. Feels like I’ve worn it all day, every day, for the last… month.
But what can I say? It keeps the sun out of my eyes and face, and it makes me think of beautiful old ladies, you know, the kind who sits in a rocking chair on a weathered porch somewhere in Louisiana with a chubby cat on her lap. The kind who probably makes a mean chicken casserole.
(These are the boots I use in the winter, but they’re good in the summer, too – at least when I have to mowe the lawn and don’t want to get my toes cut off!)