“I may have to confiscate that brim,” said the stud airport security guard to Van as we traversed the Houston airport. We were on our way to our vacation spot on the west coast and Van was wearing a very sharp Panama hat that always attracts the attention of hat lovers. Van is never afraid to wear a hat, a quality I think she gets from her mother, who’s a true hat aficionado.
While I have appreciated Van’s hats (not all of them, I admit), I’ve never been a hat person myself. That is, until I fell head over heals in love with a large black and white sun hat that I bought on vacation, simply because I could not resist its movie star glamour. I wore the hat on the beach, where it looked great with my black and white bikini, and out to a very fancy dinner Van planned to celebrate our 15th anniversary. Truthfully, I’ve never felt so transformed by an accessory before. It was, in a word, sublime!