I was searching for a photo of something else, and came across one of these pictures of “hats.” And then I found another, and another. Apparently, we have a “thing” for hats.
“I’m a cat in a hat,
In French, chat, chapeau,
In Spanish, I’m a gato in a sombrero,” sang Dr. Seuss’s Cat in the Hat.
An over-sized mortarboard made from a pillow. Wear this to guarantee that you will be noticed at graduation, with added cushioning should you fall over at a graduation party and land on your head.
Is that a rag hat? A hat band? A head band? A bandeau? A turban? The sleeve cut off of one of MacGyver’s old shirts?
Here, we have the classic Tissue Box Hat (not to be confused with the hat box), worn over a headset.
A very cool cat in a hat. The Underwear Hat. It’s clean. And it looks great with sunglasses.
Finally, the Bag-of-Frozen-Meatballs Hat. Perhaps I put it on her head to cool her off as she looks a bit angry? Let’s call this one the Mad Hatter.
I think we can compete with Princess Beatrice for the top hat!
“Not one of them is like another,
Don’t ask us why, go ask your mother.” – from One Fish, Two Fish, by Dr. Seuss
No, don’t ask me why. I am their mother and I have no earthly idea why those things are on their heads. And I took the pictures.
A few of the wardrobe pieces in the photos, such as the Philadelphia Flyers necktie and the headband-that-could-be-a-sleeve, are a mystery to me. I have no recollection of their origin, their existence, or their demise, but they are no longer with us. What else goes on around here when I am not paying attention?
If you’re looking for us, we’ll be out back doing the Mexican Hat Dance. ¡Olé!
happy hatty day!
French Twisted Woman