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.
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.
Top: XXI Forever
Earrings: Hello Cheeseburger