This Easter, I was sorely disappointed by the lack of Easter hats at the church service I attended. Didn't there used to be an Easter hat tradition?
Unfortuantely, this wanton disregard for head coverings made of shiny, wicker-like material appears to transcend religious factions. I asked a friend of mine if she saw any Easter hats at her church; and she, sadly, had not. Not a single one.
Now, some of you may say this rant is woefully hypocritical because my head was bare as well--but, in my defense, I didn't have any feathers or fake flowers on hand with which to decorate my baseball cap. I'm also under the age of 60.
I had thought I could depend on those mature, fashionable women who have the confidence to flaunt an oversized, gaudy hat in style. Where have they gone? Where, I ask you?!
So I'm making a New Year's resolution. (Yes, in April.) I'm on a mission to bring back the institiution of the Easter hat. Something tasteful will do. Something along the lines of this perhaps.
(Pink has always been my color.)
With a little luck (and a few hot glue guns), I predict a future of Easter happiness:
May we all be as happy in our hats!
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