A Thoughtful Closet post from Indiana . . .
I am so not a hat person. I used to think I was a hat person, but then one day I realized that I have no idea what to do with said hat once I enter a building. Or when I drive. Or when I eat. And it doesn't make sense to wear a hat just hanging at home, me and the kids... so the question begs to be asked: when does one wear a hat?
I'll tell you when one can wear a hat: when one is invited to a tea party. And that, my friends, is why I'm wearing this hat:
date: 10 Dec. 2015 | occasion: tea party with my Northside squad
CHRIS: For someone who claims not to be a hat person, you sure do have a lot of hats.
INDIANA: I don't have a lot of hats!
CHRIS: What are you talking about? You have that very hat in yellow and gray!
INDIANA: Oh. You're right. But I'm still not a hat person.
CHRIS: How do you figure?
INDIANA: I guess since I own more than one hat, I'm technically a hats person.
I'd like to show off my gray one again. Who has another tea party they can invite me to? It's the only place where I can wear a floppy hat in the winter without feeling completely ridiculous.