We have lots of them—beret, fedora, Stetson, caps, sun, dunce, boater, derby, fascinator, fez, beanie, yarmulke, Panama, floppy, military, pith, sombrero, porkpie, tam—and they end up on our heads.
Write about your relationship with hats.
What types of hats have you worn? Did you wear these hats by choice, or were they required? What did wearing this hat mean to you? What’s the story behind the hats you wore?
Did you have a favorite hat? What made it your favorite?
Set a timer for five minutes and make a list of the hats you wore in your life.
Then, pick one of these hats, describe it, and write the story of you wearing this hat.
Once you’ve finished, post your story in the comments section below, and if you have a photo of you wearing your chapeau, upload it with your piece. Happy writing.
let’s try again, my hat picture won’t post, have 2 seconds. Let’s try again.
I love wearing hats especially large, brimmed ones that shade (or hide) your face. Both of the hats in the picture are mine. I lent the one on the person on the camel to the right me, another mother-in-law. touring Egypt together. Oh, I’m in the white hat on the left, not the camel.
here is mine. i didn’t see this at first. thanks for pointing it out yesterday.
Very interesting. I hope one NDs and NTs will get along. Thanks for sharing.
Hats we wear
Nice story. I enjoyed reading it.
i really enjoyed this Alberto. It was short and simple and contrasted some hats you have worn. Your descriptions helped me realize the non physical “hats” that I wear in my different roles in my life, mom, partner, employee. I think I may weave some of this in. Thanks for the inspiration.
Somehow, I missed this introduction to our challenge. Here is my contribution. I believe I am all caught up now.
Glad you caught up. I love your hats. The fur headband is special. The garden hat is unique. I am just anxious that only said you only wear it occasionally since I am dealing with cancer on my eyelid. I hope you will take good care of your health.
Thank you, Orah. You take care of yourself. I hope you surgery goes well. Sending you hugs.
I have several hats hanging on my coat rack, aka known as my hat rack, in my home office. The other day, needing a break from my writing and just wanted to get moving, I was doing my Body Groove workout. As I was dancing around in my office, as the music kept changing, I decided to try something different. I just got this little quirky thing. Thoughts running through my head why don’t we do these different ones, just get in the mood with the music and let it flow? In one of the dances and workouts, I put… Read more »
What a fun story, ending with tipping a hat to reality. In my mind, I was dancing with you. Enjoyed your descriptions. Felt the turn at the end. What a world we live in.
What a very creative take on the topic of hats, Rita. It was fun reading about the different styles and how you chose to use them in your workout time.
Caps
Nice story. I hate mosquitoes as much as I hate hats.
I do not like hats.
Lol. You’re killing me.
I Like Hats
I liked your story. Good lines, nice descriptions.
Am starting to like hats now, love the way you write beautiful description so vague ot allows your mind to fly so full and so open at the same time I love it
Visors don’t flatten my hair like caps do. When I put on a cap, I don’t take it off till the end of the day.
I doubt that you look so bad in hats! And hey if you can play tennis with a visor, then you are a champ with hats.
Lol. Thank you!
The Wool Hat
Loved, loved this story. You put me inside the scene and experienced all the feeling you felt during the winter adventures in your hometown.
Hi David, I am from Canada. Here we call the little wool hat a “toque”. Your description of the boots, pants, coat and mitts as being untrustworthy brings back memories. We wore snow pants to school.
So I learned a new word “toque”. I looked it up so I could hear the pronunciation.
I had a pair of snow pants once. I hated them. They were so bulky, and when I walked the swoosh, swoosh, swoosh of the pant legs rubbing against each other was annoying, and noticeable.
Later in life I was stationed in Alaska, about 130 miles south of the Artic Circle. We were issued snow pants which we called “fat boy” pants. I was glad to have them in the -60 F weather!
What an enjoyable read! I’m still warming up.
The perfect description of a kid’s upper midwestern winter.
now that story sounds a lot like my childhood. I can feel that snow all crunched up in my boots. Oh, the pain of thawing out….you brought back some memories…thank you
Love the line – “My pants similarly let me down”. Made me laugh:)
I loved to read your descriptions of your adventures and physical feelings about your sledding adventures. I was curious about the time line – were you 4 or 5 ish? 7 or 8 ish? 10?
Thank you
I had to be at least 7 because my mother let me walk to the park which was about a block away but across a busy street.
The pink fedora
That is a great story. I enjoyed reading it.
I am glad you were able to keep your hat. Fun story.
I could totally feel the awkwardness of walking through the airport with the pink fedora on. I would have felt the same way!
I liked how you framed the hat as a solution to your problem, and then the stewardess also helped you with the next problem! I can imagine you trying lots of hats till you found the perfect one – and how happy it made you feel during your trip.
My Hat Story
I totally agree with you about the hat. I hated wearing my nursing cap.
did you continue on to become a nurse? and if so, did you get a hat?
I did not. The closest I came to that was working as a home health aide for six years.