Alberta often has a wind that whips headgear off of my head and a hat will go tumbling down the road. I can tie a hat on, or keep my hand on the hat but neither solution is that comfortable. These two hats are just tight enough at the brim that they really work.
Today I wore the blue hat on my daily walk which now takes me to the new Winner’s store at North Hill Mall and back. I get a chance to do some retail therapy in the middle of my exercise. I don’t need money so far. Looking at the merchandise is enough.
Today to return home , I readjusted my hat at the door, making sure the brim was tilted enough that I could see the sidewalk, but not enough that the wind could get at it and I prepared to go the last leg of my journey.
“I love your hat,” said an older man.
“Well, thank you,” I smiled and met his eyes. “That is sweet of you.”
“No, I really mean it. Women don't wear hats much anymore. You look so young and you have the colour of hair I love. Are you single?"
"Could I give you my number? I am single. I am sixty. I really mean it. Let me give you my number.”
I just could not tell him that I was old enough to be his mother. I ignored anything else he had to say and moved on toward home.
I am not giving those hats away.
Looks like they are good for more than just keeping the sun away.