I've had raging acne since the age of 11. I'd tried everything to get it under control. Well, almost. Until I was in my late 30's with more disposable income, and finally tried an elixir of birth control pills and Retin-A. Which finally after more than 20 years, of not having a zit free face, did the trick. The thing about retinoids is they make you sensitive to the sun. So, I load up on sun screen layers thick, sit in the shade whenever possible and I wear hats. I have one for every occasion.
|Me with no make up and no flattering instagram filter,|
making me look a bit Octomom-ish
I always thought I looked horrible in hats...
|She's a man, baby!|
|Looking Suzanne Sommers, where's my thigh master?|
This is the second hat I fell in love with because of its maximum forehead coverage. Although I always feel very 70's nostalgic in it. Like eating a frozen tv dinner, petting my pet rock and wearing my earth shoes while watching Three's Company on roller skates.
|Sammy Davis meets Sammy Hagar|
|Bad Mojo....she's bad. Really bad.|
|Do rag on a stick|
Then there's the do rag I wore underneath my hexing helmet like underwear to prevent itching and chaffing. It didn't make my tiny frame look any more intimidating. Nor did the tutu and fishnets.
|My dream hair, no blowdryer required|
|The English Patience|
|Grease monkey in Levi's|
|She wore a raspberry beret...|
The hat my neighbor Carol crocheted. I think I look like a natural blond in it. But, I should never sing opera. Or anything else for that matter.
|New Edition (and I don't mean the band)|
This is my newest sunhat. You had me at orange. With a smirk.
So, if you see me out in about, I'm probably looking goofy, wearing one of my many hats. Unless you're unlucky enough to be blinded by the reflection off of my huge shiny forehead.