We went to a ginormous track meet on Saturday for the nieces. For once the weather was perfect. Historically track meets are scorching or flooded. Saturday was a day for people-watching. We’re rural people. Country folk-and the various hats used to shield from the sun that were peppered throughout the meet grounds displayed our uniqueness well. Camo hats and cowboy hats (even saw some boots with spurs) were plentiful. Heck, there were even feathers. Yeah, feathers. 

I admire this woman for her self-confidence. I don’t know if it was the orangeish-hue’d self tan she had, the rhinestone prom-style necklace, fantabulous sparkly shoes, gold-sequined scarf or the hat. Ah, let’s face it…it’s the hat. Totally the bomb! While I, myself am in awe of her brave style, I bet her child that was competing in the meet was less than thrilled. I can just hear it, “Moooooootherrrr”.