Did your parents influence your fashion choice?
My mom loved fashion to an unreasonable level. It was okay to trade paying the gas bill for a new dress. Fashion was therapy for mom and hey, it was less addictive than Valium.
But I never thought my mom’s obsession with the “Paris Pastime” would be mine. In fact, when I was a young teen, I made up my own sense of fashion. It was like Billy Jack meets Wavy Gravy: Army jacket with a peace symbol on the back, tie dye shirt in bright colors, knee high moccasins with Levi’s tucked in, and a bandana to keep my wiry mop from poking someone’s eye out.
My mom had a love for hats. She attributed it to being Catholic and having to wear something on her head to church pre-Vatican II. I attribute it to wanting to look like Jackie Kennedy in those cute pillbox hats.
But whatever it was, she passed on the gene to me. Not that I am a big lover of hats for me to wear. Since my DNA gave me a size 7.5″ head, when I try to wear a hat it looks like someone put a child’s beanie on a large pumpkin.
I love the women in my life to wear hats. I always bought an Easter hat for my daughter to wear. I constantly beg my wife to wear hats. It would be okay with me if she looked like she was going to the Kentucky Derby daily. Okay, my secret is out. Guess what pic is on my Facebook, my wife and I, her in a big hat…guilty…thanks mom.