It’s all in your head

I’m a hat person.  I don’t wear them often–sadly my life doesn’t involve many royal weddings, nor a church life in which hats are permissible–but I do love them.  

 

When Kate & William married earlier this year, I watched the wedding mostly because I was fascinated by the fascinators.  And kudos to Lady Beatrice for rocking hers with aplomb, then auctioning it off for charity.

 

I love My Fair Lady, because of Audrey Hepburn, of course.  But also I adore the scene when they go to the races.  And why?  The hats.

 

Once upon a time, a lady wasn’t properly dressed without a hat.  Neither, for that matter, was a gentleman.

 

Can you picture Indiana Jones leaving his hat behind?  I think not.

 

I doubt I’d recognize Darth Vader without his.  Nor would I want to.

 

And why do I have hats on the brain?  Easter!  Easter is the one weekend every year when hat wearing is absolutely permissible.  And I have never gathered up the courage to wear one as an adult.

 

 But if I did, I’d go bird-nest nuts.  Like Camilla here, bless her.  If you’re going with headwear, you’ve got to commit, you know?

 

How about you?  Are you a hat person?  Will you be wearing one this Sunday?  What’s your favorite?