Life is like a new hat. You don't know if it suits you if you keep trying it on in front of your own mirror.
We just know inside that we're queens. And these are the crowns we wear.
I myself have 12 hats, and each one represents a different personality. Why just be yourself?
Yesterday I went to this shop just down the road and bought a hat. I felt a bit out of place, like nouveau riche in an establishment where most customers' grandmothers did business. The hat was quite expensive, even at half the price, but I believe it is worth it. I had the girl snip off the tags so I could wear it straightaway, which also served the purpose of getting rid of the "evidence" to my splurge, but mostly because I was so on love with it.
As I walked around with my new hat on, I felt exposed, stared at, but at the same time comforted, shielded and quite pretty and stylish. Of course I understand my readership will probably try to disabuse me of the latter as soon as possible.
It can also be worn with the brim up - in fact I believe that's the way it was intended to be worn, but it kept the sun out of my eyes and I just think it looks better turned down.
PS. I'm wearing it right now, indoors, wearing nothing else but pajamas and socks...