For the Love of Hats

This is me officially declaring that my love of hats is out of control. I am wearing them so much on the weekend that I think I have a permanent line across my forehead.  Solution to that problem? Just wear another hat. You get the idea. Hats rule. There is just something so awesome hats. Oh, except when a two year old asks its mom if I was a boy or girl at Trader Joe’s. That was less than stellar. He also couldn’t have asked that question ANY louder in a very busy, but oh-so-suddenly-quiet store when he asked that. I’m not sure if the mom was more embarrassed than I was. 
Flannel shirt with hat and booties

Flannel shirt with hat and booties

Flannel shirt with hat and booties

Flannel shirt with hat and booties

Flannel shirt with hat and booties

Flannel shirt with hat and booties
Flannel shirt with hat and booties
Top: XXI Forever
Jeans: Gap
Shoes: Target
Purse: Aldo
Hat: Target
Earrings: Hello Cheeseburger



I was like, “Um….Well, I’m a girl but I could see how the hat would be confusing.” I then smiled, realized I was so red I could feel my burning ears and abandoned my cart in Trader Joe’s and never went back. I know I should have just kept shopping but I’m not that strong of a person. Sorry to whoever found that cart in the corner. I literally ditched that cart in a corner and tried to run/walk out the door without look suspicious. Except it’s hard to not look suspicious when run/walking out the door after a two year old just basically said I’m having a gender identity crisis. My life.