Meg and I went to Old Navy on Friday and picked out a straw cowboy hat for her. She's been needing a summer hat because I won't let her wear fleece headgear when it's 85 out, and more impressively she's been wanting a summer hat, possibly because I have a big raggedy straw hat with roses on it that I wear to the barn and the park.
So we picked out the little cowboy hat, and she plopped it directly on her head. It came off just long enough for the cashier to scan it, and back on it went. She wore it to a cookout last night, to great effect. Then this morning, starlet-style, she wore the hat with a pair of hot pink sunglasses clear into the church nursery. That, my friends, is panache.
1 comment:
Aw. Sounds darling.
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