That one time.
Monday, July 9, 2012
So, there was that one time, when Tony picked up the boys so that I could go to Target to get the ingredients for the best summer orzo shrimp salad ever [thank you Abby!] and I took the time to browse the accessories department. I knew we'd all wear red, white and blue for the 4th, but I was hoping to snag a fun piece to jazz up my outfit. And when I saw that virtually every accessory seemed to be on sale, I thought seriously about a hat for the first time.
I first entertained the thought of this big 'ol floppy beach hat. I just adored the color, but couldn't decide if we Northern gals do big floppy hats . . . especially whilst not at the beach.
So then, I moved on to a smaller brimmed hat with a festive red ribbon and I must say . . . I love it. Isaac extremely disliked it and basically begged me to take it off all day, while Tony thoroughly enjoyed [which was not surprising, since he on the other hand frequently asks me to wear hats].
I'm sitting here at work the day after, completely wishing that I could be wearing it now. I felt foolish a couple times wearing it, because it seemed a little pretentious, but for the majority of the day, I felt like Daisy Buchanan from The Great Gatsby.