When I was a kid all the older ladies (sixty-ish, probably) wore these little felt hats that just sat on the top of their heads. Those women , most likely, were the inspiration for my love of hats. I don't wear them as often as I'd like...hair issues mostly, but it also takes nerve to go out in public wearing the kind of hats I like.
I figured Mass on a cold Wednesday morning would be friendly territory to sport my favorite felt hat... maybe it would provoke a positive comment from one of my fellow older-lady-friends, perhaps a smile or a wink.
I hadn't anticipated Rosemary's typically sardonic remark...
"Is it Amish day?"
Maybe next time I'll try the beret.