i have a thing for hats. old hat, floppy hats, new hats, straw, fabric, wide brimmed, delicate, smart, caps and so on. my hat collection is bigger than i realized, something i discovered when i went through them today.
sometimes i think i just like being different characters in the ordinary of my life. or it just suits my mood/attitude.
on a separate note, does it make me suspicious because i am (internally) questioning why the college guys next door washed my vehicle of their own volition???
i feel kind of bad, considering i'm such a fan of random kindness. hmmmm.