I was going to write something thoughtful here about identity and aging and our relationships with stuff to balance out this fiesta of narcissism, but I ran out of time. I was busy relating to my stuff packing, you see. But after all the times this summer I had to swallow my pride and ask a housemate or friend to take my picture, I could not let these photos languish forever. Besides, I hate not seeing a plan through to its fruition, and my plan was to wear and document all of my undeniably awesome summer hats before they all had to be packed away. Sorry Denmark, I don't think you could handle it.
The whole collection
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| Patio and shed. Blue flowered hat from ??? |
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| Kitchen. Felt hat from Goodwill |
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| Tea corner. Pheasant hat a gift from my mother. |
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| Westlake. Flowered hat from Goodwill. |
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| Front steps. Pink flowered hat a gift from Elisha. |
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| Cal Anderson Park. Orange feathered hat a gift from Elisha. |
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| Bauhaus. Forget-me-not hat from vintage trunk sale. |
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| Lost Lake (with tater tot). Tiered hat on loan from Elisha. |
Please everyone, wear more hats! It makes the world a more amusing place.
