Hats were a passion of Archie’s. He had cowboy hats, fedoras, sombreros, anything you could name in almost any colour imaginable. Hats with feathers, with jewels, made of felt, made of straw.
No-one knew what he looked like under all of them, though.
i have so many hats
one for killing
one for lying
two for cheating
and four for dieing
i wear my hats with my masks
to hide from this harsh reality
the present and past haunting me
falling apart is so easy
no wonder your all confused
quantum suicide
My husband likes hats. Not just any kind of hats, but nice hats. He likes to have hats that make him look old-fashioned and gentlemanly, and hats that keep him cool in the summer with shadowed panes on his face, and hand-knit wool caps in the winter.
I think of a lot of things when I think of hats. I think of all the silly men and women with their fedoras, and I go “now there’s a hat with class, but let’s step it up a bit”. Sooner or later, people are going to be wearing elaborate hats with fruits and everything.
Jandean Deocampo
The man has a thousand hats. He walks up and down the streets selling them. There’s not all that many that actually buy them, most just come to watch. He walks around, the huge pile of hats on top of his head swaying almost gracefully. He never drops one. I’ve loved him since I was a child, and I still come here every weekend to see him.
There were everywhere. Different sizes, different colors, different patterns. Which one should she choose? Every single hat resembled a certain trait that appealed to her. This gift was not for her, but for the most precious person in her life. Which hat could possibly describe this person wholly?
dunkmoonX
Hats can transform anyone more than any article of clothing. Since they are so distinguishable, one would have to choose a hat wisely.
So many hats. How did one woman gather so many hats, I wondered as I went through Granny Jay’s stuff. Somehow, sifting through my dead grandmothers hat collection was kind of cathartic. Feeling things she’d owned in my hands, things she loved made me feel better about everything else.
Crystal
She pulled off the cherry red hat and looked at it thoughtfully. No, it wasn’t right. Not for tonight. It was just a bit too feminine, just a touch of too much whimsy. Then, looking around, she spotted it. There, just behind the horrible watered silk. The hat. Her hat.
she wore one in the winter time and since then hasn’t worn one since. she says it’s the chemo, but I suspect otherwise. she’s proud of her bald pate and should be.
j
She had so many hats that it was almost ridiculous. I couldn’t help but stare around; the wall was full of them. They were mostly ‘old lady hats’, old-fashioned, wide-brimmed pieces with gigantic feathers, bows, and occasionally birds attached in what might have been to someone else an artistic pattern.
I love hats. Not all hats though. Just the good ones. A lot of people wear baseball caps and I think they cause premature baldness, but Fedoras, now there’s a good hat.
hats are really good for keeping your head warm. they can be stylish or not. they have been around forever. i wonder sometimes who the first person to wear a hat was. i think must have been crazy.
leigh
Hats. Hats on heads. Colorful perching birds, ready to fly. Up storms the wind, the birds take flight. Clinging hands can’t keep them down. They soar away… just hats.
I wear many different hats,
one when I’m caring,
one when I’m kind,
one when I’m killing,
one when I’m relaxing.
It’s hard being multiple people at once.
Thank goodness I have my other personalities to help me out.
hats cover peoples heads and they often cover the heads of giraffes as well. while humans generally prefer to wear baseball caps with the beak facing to the front or back, giraffes stack a bunch of hats on top of each other.
Brandino
I put on the hat, the hard hat of a worker, a oilfield man, and so I became an oilfield man. When I took it off I was one no longer.
“What’s the purpose of hats?” he asked, staring up at me from the Formica counter.
I replied in less than a kind voice, “It’s to warm your brain. That’s enough from you.”
Jacob Garding
hats go on heads and make people look funny alot of the time i wish i had a hat that made me look good. most hats make me look like a moron, like a total moron no matter what i do.
Gee
hats off… a man of many hats. i look really good in hats. hats are another method of hiding.
Hats can cover up pimples, bad hair days, and mistaken highlights. I love hats, they complete an outfit. But, the bad thing is that they can be stolen away by the wind. Which is bad.
myhomie
I wear many hats. Wife, mother, daughter, sister, teacher and friend. Each hat fits, yet I’m a new person with each topper.
Hats off to all the saints of this world, who put the needs and suffering of others above their own, who are truly there in others time of need, who see a purpose larger than themselves. God truly smiles upon these
Cara
They were floppy and yellow, perched atop the albino Santa Claus’s head in a tall, teetering column. The white fuzz around their brims blew in the cool breeze from air-conditioner.
tall green hats on leprechaun’s heads. their red hair flowing down to the top of their shoulders, asking you for gold and tricking you into cons to lose your money.
They cover our heads and make our outfits. They are subtle, cute, sexy, and it’s time they get shown more appreciation. Here’s to fedoras, visors, and every other head covering imaginable. Hats, ROCK ON!
heather
When i think of hats I always think of happiness. It must be because of that cute little girl who lives across the street. She’s always so happy and is always wearing a hat. It really is a shame though because she has beautiful eyes and the hats do nothing but hide them.
Abby
As he chased me through the park the wind to my hat right off my head and away it flew, over the trees and acros the street. That beautiful pink at with it’s white satin ribbon. Mother would surely be upset.
Abby
I never know what to do with hats. Perhaps it’d be more sensible just to wear it on my head, but how unoriginal can that be? Wouldn’t it be fine to wear it on a foot, or a hand, or cut it up and put it around your neck? But I’ll save myself the embarrassment…
Hats wear the thing I wore with every outfit, but then a bought a special one. It could control my mind. Somehow, I became a zombie and the hat made me take over the word. Everyone died and i fill horrible to this day.
hats are unique. not everyone can pull them off. they come in many different colors and sizes. they are something that defines a person and what their style is. they make people feel more comfort
jackie
blue and purple with a yellow lining. clowns with bright red noses and painted on smiles just like the boy who told you to go to hell after you cut him on the way to the roller caster.. there was no reason you needed to do this you felt needed by him even though he abused you.
hawshaw
Hats are worn on peoples heads. They don’t necessarily have a use unless you’re trying to block out the sun, but some people think they look pretty. Wide brimmed hats used to be popular with English women back in the day, but baseball caps are more popular now.
Happy
Hats. I’ve never been a hat person. I think that’s because I don’t like to hide my hair. It naturally forms in this kind of spunky, curly style that I find suits me and therefore have no desire to slap on a cap. Besides, my hair is so thick that it’s like it’s suffocating my scalp.
Matt
god i love them. cowboys, ironworkers. what do they all have in common but this majestic piece of wardrobe. words cannot describe their meaning, only volumes and volumes of compassion i deploy unto you, oh hats.
Hats were a passion of Archie’s. He had cowboy hats, fedoras, sombreros, anything you could name in almost any colour imaginable. Hats with feathers, with jewels, made of felt, made of straw.
No-one knew what he looked like under all of them, though.
i have so many hats
one for killing
one for lying
two for cheating
and four for dieing
i wear my hats with my masks
to hide from this harsh reality
the present and past haunting me
falling apart is so easy
no wonder your all confused
My husband likes hats. Not just any kind of hats, but nice hats. He likes to have hats that make him look old-fashioned and gentlemanly, and hats that keep him cool in the summer with shadowed panes on his face, and hand-knit wool caps in the winter.
I think of a lot of things when I think of hats. I think of all the silly men and women with their fedoras, and I go “now there’s a hat with class, but let’s step it up a bit”. Sooner or later, people are going to be wearing elaborate hats with fruits and everything.
The man has a thousand hats. He walks up and down the streets selling them. There’s not all that many that actually buy them, most just come to watch. He walks around, the huge pile of hats on top of his head swaying almost gracefully. He never drops one. I’ve loved him since I was a child, and I still come here every weekend to see him.
some days, hats just look stupid. i don’t know why. but that’s all i have to say on the matter. well. that, and i really want a boulder hat.
There were everywhere. Different sizes, different colors, different patterns. Which one should she choose? Every single hat resembled a certain trait that appealed to her. This gift was not for her, but for the most precious person in her life. Which hat could possibly describe this person wholly?
Hats can transform anyone more than any article of clothing. Since they are so distinguishable, one would have to choose a hat wisely.
I remember, one day, seeing that woman who wore feathered hats walking along the dock.
So many hats. How did one woman gather so many hats, I wondered as I went through Granny Jay’s stuff. Somehow, sifting through my dead grandmothers hat collection was kind of cathartic. Feeling things she’d owned in my hands, things she loved made me feel better about everything else.
She pulled off the cherry red hat and looked at it thoughtfully. No, it wasn’t right. Not for tonight. It was just a bit too feminine, just a touch of too much whimsy. Then, looking around, she spotted it. There, just behind the horrible watered silk. The hat. Her hat.
she wore one in the winter time and since then hasn’t worn one since. she says it’s the chemo, but I suspect otherwise. she’s proud of her bald pate and should be.
She had so many hats that it was almost ridiculous. I couldn’t help but stare around; the wall was full of them. They were mostly ‘old lady hats’, old-fashioned, wide-brimmed pieces with gigantic feathers, bows, and occasionally birds attached in what might have been to someone else an artistic pattern.
I love hats. Not all hats though. Just the good ones. A lot of people wear baseball caps and I think they cause premature baldness, but Fedoras, now there’s a good hat.
hats are really good for keeping your head warm. they can be stylish or not. they have been around forever. i wonder sometimes who the first person to wear a hat was. i think must have been crazy.
Hats. Hats on heads. Colorful perching birds, ready to fly. Up storms the wind, the birds take flight. Clinging hands can’t keep them down. They soar away… just hats.
I wear many different hats,
one when I’m caring,
one when I’m kind,
one when I’m killing,
one when I’m relaxing.
It’s hard being multiple people at once.
Thank goodness I have my other personalities to help me out.
Hats on heads. Colorful hats. Hats in the wind. Hands clasping hats. Hats fly away. Goodbye hats.
She just couldn’t chose which hat to choose. After all this wasn’t just a hat, not anymore. This was her hair as well.
hats cover peoples heads and they often cover the heads of giraffes as well. while humans generally prefer to wear baseball caps with the beak facing to the front or back, giraffes stack a bunch of hats on top of each other.
I put on the hat, the hard hat of a worker, a oilfield man, and so I became an oilfield man. When I took it off I was one no longer.
I put on the beret of a soldier and I was one.
Then I took the hat off and I was myself.
I put on the hat, the hard hat of a worker, a oilfield man, and so I became an oilfield man. When I took it off I was one no longer.
I put on the beret of I soldier and I was one.
Then I took the hat off and I was myself.
“What’s the purpose of hats?” he asked, staring up at me from the Formica counter.
I replied in less than a kind voice, “It’s to warm your brain. That’s enough from you.”
hats go on heads and make people look funny alot of the time i wish i had a hat that made me look good. most hats make me look like a moron, like a total moron no matter what i do.
hats off… a man of many hats. i look really good in hats. hats are another method of hiding.
Hats can cover up pimples, bad hair days, and mistaken highlights. I love hats, they complete an outfit. But, the bad thing is that they can be stolen away by the wind. Which is bad.
I wear many hats. Wife, mother, daughter, sister, teacher and friend. Each hat fits, yet I’m a new person with each topper.
Hats off to all the saints of this world, who put the needs and suffering of others above their own, who are truly there in others time of need, who see a purpose larger than themselves. God truly smiles upon these
They were floppy and yellow, perched atop the albino Santa Claus’s head in a tall, teetering column. The white fuzz around their brims blew in the cool breeze from air-conditioner.
tall green hats on leprechaun’s heads. their red hair flowing down to the top of their shoulders, asking you for gold and tricking you into cons to lose your money.
They cover our heads and make our outfits. They are subtle, cute, sexy, and it’s time they get shown more appreciation. Here’s to fedoras, visors, and every other head covering imaginable. Hats, ROCK ON!
When i think of hats I always think of happiness. It must be because of that cute little girl who lives across the street. She’s always so happy and is always wearing a hat. It really is a shame though because she has beautiful eyes and the hats do nothing but hide them.
As he chased me through the park the wind to my hat right off my head and away it flew, over the trees and acros the street. That beautiful pink at with it’s white satin ribbon. Mother would surely be upset.
I never know what to do with hats. Perhaps it’d be more sensible just to wear it on my head, but how unoriginal can that be? Wouldn’t it be fine to wear it on a foot, or a hand, or cut it up and put it around your neck? But I’ll save myself the embarrassment…
Hats wear the thing I wore with every outfit, but then a bought a special one. It could control my mind. Somehow, I became a zombie and the hat made me take over the word. Everyone died and i fill horrible to this day.
hats are unique. not everyone can pull them off. they come in many different colors and sizes. they are something that defines a person and what their style is. they make people feel more comfort
blue and purple with a yellow lining. clowns with bright red noses and painted on smiles just like the boy who told you to go to hell after you cut him on the way to the roller caster.. there was no reason you needed to do this you felt needed by him even though he abused you.
Hats are worn on peoples heads. They don’t necessarily have a use unless you’re trying to block out the sun, but some people think they look pretty. Wide brimmed hats used to be popular with English women back in the day, but baseball caps are more popular now.
Hats. I’ve never been a hat person. I think that’s because I don’t like to hide my hair. It naturally forms in this kind of spunky, curly style that I find suits me and therefore have no desire to slap on a cap. Besides, my hair is so thick that it’s like it’s suffocating my scalp.
god i love them. cowboys, ironworkers. what do they all have in common but this majestic piece of wardrobe. words cannot describe their meaning, only volumes and volumes of compassion i deploy unto you, oh hats.