On the way home from work, we pass a huge warehouse-sized Halloween Store. It’s still open every day despite the fact that costume purchases can’t be a regular thing on people’s shopping lists anymore. My head turns, my eyes glued to the store window displays of colorful, skin-tight, skanky costumes every evening as Mr. W drives obliviously by on the freeway.

Recently my desire to add a little something different to my wardrobe returned. I’d thought about this last year, and blogged a little something trying to explain how I feel. I think I go through this annually for some reason. On the way to Vegas, I mused about this aloud. “I think I should get a hat,” I said.
“You don’t wear hats,” Mr. W noted.
“Yeah, but a hat can change my look dramatically. Like…ooh! A cowboy hat! I should get a cowboy hat. But I probably won’t have much of a chance to wear it.”
“You can get one of those puffy hats, like — what do you call those? They’ve got a short brim and they’re puffy on top?”
“A chef’s hat? I KNOW I won’t get much of a chance to wear THAT.”
“Nooo, like a Strawberry Shortcake hat.”
“That’s a giant chef’s hat.”
“Not that big of a puff. It’s kinda flat on top, slants down…it’s made of that nice fabric…”
“I am not gonna wear a cabbie hat,” I said. “I won’t get much use out of that. I want something cool, something bad, like, OOH, a pirate hat!”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be getting a lot of use out of THAT.”
“With a big feather sticking out the back!!” I got really excited.

I didn’t end up getting any hat, and the pirate phase has passed. Maybe a triangular furry red hat with a white furry brim and a white puff ball at the peak will be the practical hat purchase for me. Something I can get a lot of use out of for the next month.