Jenn-Porn

I love hats!!  I love wearing hats, I love trying on hats, I love looking at hats!!  I have had this (almost) unhealthy addiction to them since high school (yes, for that long!!  Just look at my senior pictures!!).  So when my Team first told me what he did for a living, my initial reaction was, "Oh my wow!!  Jenn-porn!!"  For my birthday at the end of January, he gave me 2 beautiful bracelets, an adorable (and uber soft) reversible vest, and ... wait for it ... a hat!!  It's a cream colored, soft knit, fleece lined, visor-brimmed hat that just begs to worn in the winter.  I love it!!  Wearing it makes winter almost bearable for this RSDer.

Last week, while we were hosting the out of town guests, we stopped by my Team's workplace.  There were pictures and posters of hats on every wall and desk that I could see.  That was when I noticed a large door with a sign on it that read "Employees Only" ... now, I'm not the smartest person in the world, but common sense, and my nose for hats, told me that that door lead to more than just pictures of hats ... it was the warehouse!!  The home of the hats!!  Rows upon rows, stacks upon stacks ... of hats!!  Call me crazy, but I swear I heard them all calling my name!!  "Jenn ... try me on for size!"  "No Jenn, try me on!"  "Psssst ... Jenn ... come over here and look at me!"  I was trying on purple hats, pink hats, cowboy-esque hats, visor hats, scrunchie hats, micro-fiber hats, reversible hats, print hats; I put children's hats on my fists and tried to imagine how they'd look on my niece and nephew.  When it was time to leave, I almost cried.  I wanted to throw a temper tantrum or, at least, kiss them all and promise them I'd be back to rescue each and every one of them.  Let me just tell you that trying on and wearing hats is SO way less painful than trying on and wearing clothes and shoes.  Not to mention the fact that they cover up the grey, frizzy hair when I can't afford to have it cut and colored.  If my hands and arms are failing me on any particular day, I don't need to worry about styling my hair, I just don a hat!!

But it's not winter anymore, my spring hat collection is severely lacking, and I have a date tonight with my favorite Jenn-porn dealer.  Two nights ago I made mention of this, and last night, when my Team came to pick Kiva and me up from the Chalet, he had in his hand ... a spring hat!!  WOOT!!!  I am one blessed (and spoiled) cripple!!  It's a 2-toned (black and camel), soft straw hat with a full, wide brim and a ribbon.  Now I ask you, how freakin' cool is my Team??

I have faith that I will save my spoons today so that when my Team comes to pick me up, I will be ready for our date, with my new hat affixed to my noggin.  I have faith that I will bring back my old motto of "It's better to look good than to feel good," as I place my new gift 5'11" into the air atop my skunk streaked frizz.  I have faith that I will make today a good day, despite the menopausal Skank and her antics of spring weather.  Oh boy oh boy oh boy ... HATS!!!