My mother was a city girl, moved to the country. She was a fashion diva in America's Dairyland, a beauty who walked the runways in Midwest fashion shows of the late 1930's. She could work high heels, gloves, blazers, and hats with the best of them. My mother is now transitioning into a care facility for Alzheimer's patients.
Three weeks ago a mysterious big box, weighing practically nothing, appeared by the front door.
My mother's hat collection.
Most afternoons I put one on and walk around in it.
I like this little wool derby but it's a bit small.
So that's why there is an overload of selfies.
Wearing your mother's hats takes you to a different time and place.
But mostly? Mostly it is simply just wonderful fun.