The Treachery of A Big Head.

12 Jan


Ceci n’est pas un chapeau.  It’s some sort of magic.

It’s true! I went into The Franklin Shops in lovely downtown Fort Myers & I tried on a hat,  knowing full well that it would not,  could not fit my sizable squash.  At best,  the average non-bespoke chapeaux of the world have sat atop my crown, threatening an escape on a whisper of air. At worst, hats have rested above my brow and clifflike forehead (misunderstood, before he dove into literacy, by my dear boy as “fourth head”.  They’ve peaked high, sans cranial support, as though I was smuggling penguins or bowling pins. I tried on another hat, of grosgrain ribbon and lovely sorbet colors.  I don’t know why I tried,  it was a strange & joyous squeal that burst forth & stunned me long enough to rest the hat on my crown and I tugged at the brim gently and it hugged my head and made my winded hair & snowy visage beam enthusiastic as though I’d always been one of those women who glow most entrancing with hair in a utilitarian rubberband & paint stained overalls, those rare creatures who after a day of surf,  sand,  & slatheting sunblock on squirmy sea babies they glow and their hair looks better than at the start of the outing. 

It’s this hat that is the secret.  I’m very nearly convinced that it is a magical hat. I could go outside with only my hat and likely the perfect clothes would appear projected over my nakedness & only I would be aware that I’d forgotten pants & probably locked myself out of the apartment again. 

I am curious, though,  do you have an article of clothing or accessory that makes you feel so divine? 

Please share while I post a reminder to doublecheck for pants & keys on the backside of my front door.

5 Responses to “The Treachery of A Big Head.”

  1. katie January 12, 2013 at 11:09 pm #

    I loved reading this! I too suffer from head probs, except on the opposite end of the size spectrum. I can’t find a hat that doesn’t fall down over my eyes! Some cover my cranium like a damn sheet! I can’t even borrow one from Ben (he too has pumpkin-head syndrome)

  2. allison March 14, 2013 at 7:45 pm #

    I came here from the Scintilla blogroll (after writing, quite dismally, about prompt one on day two) and I am inexpressibly happy that there is no Scintilla post here, because if there was I might have missed this one. I look stupid in hats. But I have a hand-made long vest from an artisan at a craft show that makes me feel nearly cool every time I wear it.

    • Bek March 16, 2013 at 11:28 pm #

      Hello Allison!
      Thank you so much for your comment!
      I had a bumpy week and I will catch up and get back on track for the remainder of the Scintilla fortnight on Monday (and fill in the missing pieces as I go).
      I was feeling stretched extra thin when I spotted your comment and it made me smile and breathe easier. Thank you for that!
      Your vest sounds fantastic! It’s funny how oppressive and stressful fashion can be but when you find the right piece it’s liberating and almost like Superman’s cape or Wonder Woman’s sweet cuffs. Love those pieces and they are so personal in that they can look appealing to others but they don’t reveal their true powers until the right person tries them on.
      Thanks for stopping by!

      • Rebecca April 1, 2013 at 6:29 pm #

        The right type of orange makes me incrediby gorgeous and over the top confident.

        • Bek October 10, 2013 at 12:14 pm #

          Oh yes! I am a fan of a good orange (no sherbets, but bring on the pumpkin and the occasional bright, super saturated tangerine!)…

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