I like hats. Hats.

If I could have been and Indian Brave, I would have been. They had cool hats.

 I've always been a Hat person. I love hats. 

Many times my parents would let me dress in whatever I wanted to go out and play.

I think my mom took away that red furry thing on my head eventually. She thought it was nasty. I thought it fit me perfectly. I was more of a Wild Thing than a child.

I loved that nasty scrap of fur on my head. It disappeared.

Sometimes people gave me hats and I'd wear them a bit, but I always liked picking my own.

My Skunk Hat is my most prized hat. Rich bought it for me for Christmas.

And I have my fall/spring hat.

Or my Fox Hat with a Tail. I love having a tail on a hat. This hat is for subzero weather.

My chores hat.

I've nearly worn this one out. When I hold it up to the light I can almost see through it.

If you are wondering why I don't wear stocking caps ... I just don't like them.

I went to replace this hat and darn it.

I could only get this style in white. Not my choice, but it is warm.

A fall/spring hat that is just fun. It keeps the hair from getting in my face. My go to town hat. I can pretend to be fancy.

And then my super warm Mongolian [not real fur] hat. I wore this instead of the Fox hat while hiking the Reserve. Rich always points out that hunters might see the fur as something to shoot at. 

I wore this in very cold weather with some wicked wind chills.

This week this is my favorite hat.

For summer? I have a collection of Baseball caps. My favorite one used to be a black plain hat that has faded to some ugly brown now.

Look at it this way. I don't have to worry about bad hair days. I can have them all of the time and cover it up.

I like hats.

Guess I will always be that way...