There comes a time in a woman’s life when she realizes she is dapper, but could be more dapper. The kind of dapper that requires a hat. A derby or a bowler, to be precise.
But then a dangerous and
terrible amazing thing happened. Bev had another hat at her table. It was the first hat I tried on. And I told myself no, you don’t need two hats. No, how are you going to get those home on the airplane. No, no, no. But the hat would not be silenced. This hat and I shared a bond. It fit me like it had been made for my head. It called to me. I couldn’t just walk away.
I regret nothing.