This would be my second time. We tried it in Scotland. And, now we found a Tea Room closer to home. It was shut during the Covid crisis. Now that we are vaccinated, the shop has opened and accepted reservations. The hat is de rigueur. Afterward we wandered through the local antique store trying on more stylish chapeaus for the next occasion when we take high tea once more. Pennies on the table? Shiny. They keep away flies. Uh, ok. It worked. We did not see a fly all day.
This random grab shot was on the street. I caught this cute girl twirling her umbrella across the intersection. I liked the hat and the matching tights. It was colorful and graphic. There was a simple message in a single shot.
When did I get old? I look like an old man now. Maybe it’s the hat? Maybe I should lose the hat. Maybe I’ve been looking the wrong way? Maybe I should stop complaining and appreciate what a wonderful life I’ve had? A sweet baby granddaughter will do that to you.
For some reason there were more people with odd costumes or hair at the sheep festival. Party! Party color! When did I become conservative? But, you dress like this and you beg me to look and notice you. Maybe I don’t get out enough these days.
Try humming the Frank Sinatra version as you look at this picture. “The way you wear your hat. The memory of all that. No, no, they can’t take that away from me.” You know how it goes. It just fits. All askew. Cool! Some people are just cool without trying. And some of us try and seem to have missed the bus. Baleful: “No! They can’t take that away from me…”
It’s old now. Jules went to Hamilton. I got a hat. I’m the dad. It’s new…in this slide. It’s about 18 years old now. I would get another but Jules graduated long ago. Currently the one I have is sweat stained and completely faded. It hasn’t fallen apart. It’s well worn. I hate changing out my stuff. I have plenty of hats. But the good old Hamilton has sentimental value.
Jules was admitted to Colgate University as well. It’s a university by dint of a single post grad program. It’s on a hill. Any class on campus is either up hill or down hill. There is a gorgeous entrance – so gorgeous that people get married with the view. Jules was undecided. I added my two cents. Go to Hamilton. It’s on a hill but the classes are on the plateau at the top. One of the few times Jules heeded my advice? It worked.
It beats me? This cloth was crafted with the little mountains. Oddly mesmerizing, I was amazed at the ingenuity. How’d they think of that? Brilliant!