How ya like my hat?
One of my passions is going to yard sales, thrift stores and flea markets, but years ago I moved into a smaller home, that means most of my yard sailing is for fun – not for need or want. It’s also good quality time if I’m with with a friend, family or lady friend.
Typically what you do at yard sales, is casually pick an item up and ask, how much. If it’s a dollar, I’ll probably get it otherwise I wouldn’t have picked it up in the first place. If they say five dollars I will normally put it down and move on, while not looking at them.
George and I were out all morning and haven’t found anything of value yet. Well, he did get an eight milometer nut driver to complete his set. Then, as soon as I saw it, I knew I wanted a picture of me wearing it. I could tell from a distance that it was in ratty shape and figured it would be cheap. I was inching towards the hat, when I noticed a lady at the other end of the tables doing the same. Somehow I knew she wanted it too. At first we were the same distance from the hat, so I started to move a little quicker than normal. She moved quicker though and was within yards of it, but I was closer to the lady collecting the money, so I asked, “How much for the hat?”
The proprietor said, “Two dollars.”
I said, “Sold.” And quickly handed her the money, then reached over grabbed the hat and put it on my head.
I didn’t know there was such a thing as a Cowgirl Hat, till the lady suitor told me, “You know that hat is for a girl, right?”
I said, “No way! What makes it a girls hat?”
She said, “Let me show you.” As she reached for it, while it was still on my head.
“No way!” I grabbed it by the sides, pulling it down tight and curled it up even more than it already was.
She said, “Three, four, okay five dollars, and that’s it!” She said all this, while my friend George took some pictures of me wearing the hat.
From the yard sale, we went to the Charlotte Hall Veterans Home, where I had some photos hanging in an art show. She followed us and while George and I were in the hallway looking at the photos, she walked around the corner and offered me ten dollars. I realized all I really wanted was some photos of the hat for this story, so I told her, “Here it’s yours for free, if you take some pictures of me with my photos.”
She said, “Great, which ones are yours?” She took several shots of me standing next to my photography, then we started talking about them.
During that time, I told her, “I buy hats for cheap, then write stories about them.”
“What do you do with the hats after?”
“I normally give them to someone, like you. It worked out perfect, because I especially wanted these pictures with this hat.”
I gave her my card, just before she sauntered down the hallway and out the door, then she stuck her head back in and said, “I’ll take all the hats, that you don’t want. I’ll even meet you and take the photos for your stories.”
“Okay, call me.”
Well we ended up dating, married and divorced. It’s so sad, because now she doesn’t chase me anymore.