What other garment displays a personality as clearly as a hat does? Here are some of my favorites from a collection of over 1400. Click on photos to enlarge.
For the: https://weeklyprompts.com/2020/03/07/saturday-challenge-hats/
What other garment displays a personality as clearly as a hat does? Here are some of my favorites from a collection of over 1400. Click on photos to enlarge.
For the: https://weeklyprompts.com/2020/03/07/saturday-challenge-hats/
Once a Week
To be eccentric every moment takes too much from me,
so I limit my oddness to every Saturday.
On that day my zany hats come out from their hiding,
anxious for one day a week they get to go outsiding.
I don my feathered boa and stick on rhinestone lashes.
I wear my fringe-tiered flapper skirts with neon colored sashes.
I hop onto my bicycle, my cockatoo inside
the wire basket on the front and take him for a ride.
When we drive by the playground, at first the children balk,
but I pique their expectations as we have a little talk.
The cockatoo speaks bird talk and does a little jig.
Then he does impressions of a donkey and a pig.
He does a little rap routine that every child loves
and then I don my riding hat and my driving gloves
and pedal off to other adventures up the street,
expressing eccentricity to everyone I meet.
Later in the afternoon, I pedal us back home,
turning up the driveway by the garden gnome.
I put my bike into the shed, the bird behind his bars.
I put my rhinestone eyelashes in their storage jars.
I strip off all my finery and pull on my old jeans.
Microwave a hot dog. Open a can of beans.
I sink into my Barclay lounger, flip on the T.V.
turning once again into the ordinary me,
having exorcised my cravings for eccentricity
The prompts for today are expectation, moment and eccentric:
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/28/expectation/
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/07/28/fowc-with-fandango-moment/
https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2018/07/28/eccentric-july-28-2018/
I couldn’t help it. I kept finding more hats in my photo files, so I had to share more with you! In penance, I wrote a new homage to hats named “Hat Envy.” You’ll find it after the photos. Click to enlarge. If you are on Facebook, you’ll only see a few photos and no poems unless you click on the title of the blog or the URL.
Hat Envy
Please tell me where you got your hat,
for I must have one just like that!
Are you sure it is unique?
Perhaps if I could have a peek
at the label, I could find
its maker to make two-of-a-kind.
You’re leaving? Then, sir, would you mind
if I just happened to walk behind?
If there’s no label, perhaps I could
see if your hat fits me good.
If I just tried it on a minute
I could see how I look in it!
You shake your head and walk away.
How rude of you, I have to say!
You say you do not want to see
the hat on you on top of me?
Keep it then, you silly nerd!
Upon reflection, your hat’s absurd!
For more hats, look HERE.
Click on first photo to enlarge all.
Clothes Make the Man but Women Make the Clothes
In matters of both clothes and hair
we profit from the use of flair.
A scarf, a pin, a tilted hat
reveal that we are more than what
we choose to put upon our heads
or bodies, for our hats or threads
too often conceal form or hair,
not showing what is under there.
Sometimes it’s an improvement, true:
our hair dyed an unfortunate hue
or bodies altered by midnight trips
kitchenward that spread our hips.
This gown I wear is brilliant red,
It spreads around me in my bed—
ankle-length and numinous,
free-flowing and voluminous .
I obscure my trunk and limbs in it.
My zaftig form just swims in it.
It makes me feel petite and small.
Inside, I’m hardly there at all!
When I awaken, I’m not alert,
throw off the covers, unwind the skirt
from where it’s twisted round my legs,
I yawn and blink to expunge the dregs
of sleep from everywhere it tries
to prolong my dreams and clot my eyes.
It’s in the bathroom where I see
I’ve made this gown uniquely me.
My reflection in the bathroom glass
shows its brilliant red en masse.
Its designer’s plan I clearly flout,
for I wear it inside out.
Want more hats? Look HERE.
Again, I’ve gone shopping in my poetry closet. This one repeated from three years ago. The prompt today is blink.
I have a friend who used to look so good in hats that her father called her “hat face.” I’ve always looked like a little old lady in hats and now that I am a little old lady, I still do. That’s why I rarely wear them. Here are some folks who do them more justice.
(Click to enlarge photos)
https://hughsviewsandnews.com/2016/05/03/hughs-weekly-photo-challenge-week-24-hats/
Cee’s challenge for this week is Geometry in Photography. Here are my thoughts on the matter:
Click on photos to enlarge and read the extensive commentary under each photo. Oh c’mon–do it. I took a lot of time and effort to dissect these photos as Cee requested. If you read my comments, you can point out what I missed in your own comment below! (If you can’t read the commentary under each photo, I’ve copied the commentaries below.)
Here is the commentary for photos if you can’t read it above:
To see Cee’s Geometric Photos, go HERE.

I don’t know what this was all about, but we found this hat of distinction residing above a dry fountain in a little plaza outside the restrooms when we stopped for gas in Mexico on our way up to the States!
And now, more hats–which really are just a reflections of the people who wear them. (Seems like I’ve done this prompt before, but at least the images above are new, and the folks below warrant a second view if I’ve posted them before.)
If you live near the beach or in a lake resort area as I do, the lines of traffic during Semana Santa (Holy Week) in Mexico cause most of us to just stay home. But I had a reading I had to go to, so this is what I saw during the 45 minutes it took to negotiate a distance that usually takes 15 minutes. First, the small part that I could see of the miles-long bumper-to-bumper traffic. Someone in the car in front of me was playing intriguing finger-games similar to shadow puppets with no shadow, and local roadside merchants capitalized on the slow traffic with goods perfect for a hot mineral baths area. Meanwhile, the people in the car behind me could not figure out what in the heck I was doing snapping pictures every few seconds. You’ll no doubt see some of the others in the months to come. How photography fills in the otherwise boring hours!!Se
http://ceenphotography.com/2015/04/05/cees-odd-ball-photo-challenge-2015-week-14/