Hats

These fine ladies became the subject today. We saw them at the Cheesecake Factory in the Washington Square mall just outside of Beaverton. [Funny, I didn't think til now how odd it is to have a mall called Washington Square when it's located in Oregon.] Anyway, I tried a few shots from our table, but was unsuccessful, thus, I pulled the bold move. I got up and went over to them and asked for a picture. They were, as you see, all to happy to do so. I said, "Excuse me, I just love your hats, may I have a picture?"

The lady at the far left had been standing, and the other three beckoned her to sit with them; she hurried over and plopped down. She posed, then said, "Wait... my glasses." She removed her stylish black rimmed glasses, indicating her readiness, and snap... I had my winning shot.

Aren't they awesome?! I've heard of these types of get togethers; women meeting once a month or so, with their crazy hats, for lunch or whatever, but hadn't seen it til now. I love it.

Makes me smile because it reminds me of where I want to be when I'm older. It's the same way I feel when I go to CostPlus and look at all the crazy jewelry, colorful bags and scarfs, and etc. It's the type of crazy and fantastic professor poet I'd love to be, wearing whatever the hell I want because I love it and don't care what anyone says or thinks about it.

So, yey for crazy hats, and yey for fantastic old ladies who remind me of who I want to be and how I want to live.

;-)