Speaking of cowboy hats: this morning at a construction site, Meg spotted a cowboy hard hat:
Also, scanned this out of an old scrapbook:
And, to finish off the theme, let’s not forget one of my first blackout poems:
I’m not so much a fan of the hats, but I definitely need some boots.
Smiling and wondering why those hats were made AGES ago! Love your poems.
haha as a soon to be texan i guess i’ll keep that in mind.
what matters most is the swagger