A Certain Collection of Photos, or Hats Are Fun!

For this installment, I have chosen to showcase various images of people with headwear. We as a species really should wear more stuff on our heads, I think.

Behold:





The hubby with a Madeira-style woven hat, procured by the Drs. Crooks on their honeymoon.

Here he's working on his esis-thay in our old house in the Green Wood. That place was hard to heat!










Hubby again, this time with paper pants from (one of) his stays in the hospital on his head.

He was not in fact drunk; this is why I love him. He can run around the house with paper-based dignity garments on his head and not seem to all intents and purposes to be legally insane.











My peep Joey with Play-doh on his head. He's two, and he does what he wants.













OK, before you judge me you should know this: I'm hillbillyin' it up for the camera. Probably.

T is for Tennessee which is where My People are from.

"Comin' At Ya From the Blue Ridge Since 1726"










Now see, this photo has in it NO HEADWEAR WHATSOEVER. It was just so cute that I had to include it. This is my neighbor/nephew with my dulcimer, which he adores.





















"Are you mad? I am your daughter!"

Here's my Tibetan/Mandarin/English- speaking darling. She and her mom are now far away in China. We miss them!











Joey and I are having a grand time at the park. I'm wearing my trademark driving cap. And by "trademark" I mean "I'm one of only a few people I've met that can pull this hat off and NOT look like a goober."

Right?










OK, so maybe a little goober-esque.

But Dom says it's cute, so there.

Also, wtf with my shirt?












Speaking of goobers....

This befezzed gentleman in my time of need abandoned me ABANDONED ME to go to Italy for half a year.

Just kidding. I managed fine in my Major Life Transition. Hmmmm... that sounds a lot like I was having gender reassignment, and instead I was merely unemployed.
Same diff.







And finally, here's the hubby, My Ain True Love tm, lookin' for all the world like the Salty Sea Dog he is.

PS- I bought him that Pea Coat myself. And he stole that hat. No, seriously.













OK, it's time to go now. Hope you enjoyed!

kisses and inappropriate headwear*,
~ keith


*with apologies to Brooke