Love and Hats

For years my dad's Crown Royal whiskey has supplied us with purple flannel bags, and we've kept them, and the collection is quite large now.  Each bottle comes in one.

Point of use recycling. Saving the planet and making a fashion statement.For years mom has wanted to make me a suit out of them: a green vest with purple Crown Royal bag sleeves, and a floppy purple and gold hat. 

Family jokes.  Har.

Well, you have to start somewhere, she reasons.

And there's positively no reason, she feels, that colon cancer should interfere with the construction of a ridiculous hat.

If there's time, she avers, I'll have a green vest with purple sleeves in time for Mardi Gras.  (We live in New Orleans.  Yes: this is normal.  I grew up here.  If you don't get it, I can't explain it to you.)

So the hat is done.  I feel like Chaucer when I wear it.  Which isn't in public, mind you.  It's not even Christmas, and just past Labor Day.

I'm not sure if my family made me odd or I'm just blessed to be lodged among the odd.  Either way, I'm good with it.