There is something to wear for wherever I’m at.
Then around 20 years ago, I had lasik surgery to correct my vision, but it was badly botched. Very badly botched. At the time, I was on my way to becoming a professional travel and nature photographer, so this was a devastating development and caused me to sink into a severe depression. The only compensation was that while my vision was not good enough to tell if my 35mm slides were sharp, I no longer needed glasses for distance. Eventually I told myself that even if I couldn’t see well, I could at least look good. So to cheer myself up, I bought a bunch of hats. Glorious hats. I even had a few chances to wear them although ladies in hats were not common in Toronto.
I would eagerly marry into the British royal family just so I could wear hats.
Fast forward to 2019 when we prepared to move to Mexico and had to downsize our possessions. I sold or gave away most of my nice shoes and, I’m sad to say, a number of my more elaborate hats. A church-going lady in Toronto bought several of them. I never dreamed I would have any use for them in Mexico, but now I’m kicking myself for getting rid of them. Because of Covid-19, our wonderful classical music organization has been holding its concerts outdoors during the afternoon, and it has been warm and sunny. A perfect opportunity to wear fancy hats. I’m very glad I kept a few of them, and I’ve been delighted to show them off to my fellow concert-goers.
Walter Johnson HS, Harvard undergrad, Harvard MBA, corporate strategy consultant, bank VP, jewelry designer, photographer, retired. Lived on a farm in Oklahoma; Granada Hills, CA; Bethesda, MD; Cambridge and Boston area; San Francisco and Bay Area; Incline Village, NV at Lake Tahoe; Westport, CT; Pelham Manor, NY; Toronto and Oakville, Ontario, Canada, and now I live in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico! (In my photo, I am dressed for a Great Gatsby party)