When Carrie Bradshaw said she could live on Vogue because she felt looking at the beautiful clothes just â€œfilled her up more” than food Ââ€“ I could relate. And I wasnâ€™t much of a Sex in the City fan. But I do love fashion. So, last year when I saw this fallâ€™s trends would be equestrian inspired, I was ecstatic. It seemed like the latest trends in fashion would be a nice reflection of the different parts of my own life. Plus, my obsession with boots would pay off.
I got to thinking about my style â€“ and at times a lack of. Iâ€™m a hat person. I have more than 75 hats:Â Everything from fedoras, stocking caps, baseball caps and beach hats. Oh, I canâ€™t forget the hats Iâ€™ve collected for Derby Day, and the (now) very-dusty-Jenny-from-the-Block topper. â€“ Thank God I left that phase.
Considering my love of hats and my background, itâ€™s a little ironic that I donâ€™t actually own a cowboy hat and I havenâ€™t since I was about 8.Â
I have a tacky gas station straw hat I once got on the way to a hard rock festival but rarely wear it and if I do, itâ€™s to the beach. It reminds me a little of a particular country singer, whom I find pompous and annoying.
My dad, on the other hand, has a cowboy hat for every occasion. He has the old white hat for every day, a semi-old hat for â€œgoing to townâ€ (which really means catching an easy dinner atÂ the local diner) a semiformal black hat and the latest edition black felt hat for â€œformalâ€ occasions.Â Â He even has a hard hat some co-workers had made for him in the shape of a cowboy hat.
Iâ€™m still trying to decide if the hats we wear say a little something about us or not. I lean to the side of â€œyesâ€ but I haven’t figured out what. My favorite hat is one of my oldest: a newsboy that I got from my grandpa when I was little Ââ€“ a style that seems fitting, considering my profession.
Who knows, maybe one day Iâ€™ll give in and get myself a real cowboy hat to add to the collection. In the meantime, I admit the goofy straw cowboy hat is still fun, putting it on makes me smile because then I must be on my way to the beach.Â Well, that is once I get the picture of a crusty Brett Michaels out of my head.