It was love at first sight- I just saw it on a black head of mannequin and my head put it on herself in my imagination. Legs didn't care for what I wanted to say, they just pushed me into that shop. There was no other way back than with the hat on my head ;)
As you could read it before, I have something with hats. My master thesis was about them. When my grandfather was still with us, I was peeping at his caps, how naturally he was wearing them. I always feel a bit rigid with a hat or cap. But that's something beautiful about old people- naturalness of living, of everyday actions, while I'm still learning how to make chicken soup or wear hats.
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