On a lighter note (lighter than the "God and the Pope" debates that are raging in other Sections ...
Embarrassing hats !!
My childhood was an endless succession of hats ... boaters, bonnets, berets, etc. A lot of the time, it was part of a school uniform, which was okay. But ...
... in the course of digging out the Christmas decorations, Daddy brought down a box containing one of my boaters. It has a blue, stripey band around it, and a huge bow at the side (yes ... on the side!).
I bought this hat in my 20's (yeah yeah, I know!). I wore it once, to Henley. Now, 20 years later, it comes back to haunt me.
My God you're in your 40s? I thought you were younger than me!
No hats for me, except some bloody ghastly Paddington Bear monstrosity my mum forced upon me when I was 7. I looked like an elf as my ears poke out. I, however, have an obsession with making my 8month old wear hats all time.
I have a loft and there is nothing up there as we only moved in 15months ago and all that was up there was the xmas tree which is now in the living room.
My mum wanted me to be a bear obviously, she used to make me wear Rupert bear trousers.
One summer, at Butlins, my brother who was four entered a fancy dress competition as a policeman, but the compere blokey thought I had entered as a clwon but it was actually a chequered two peice that my mum forced me into! Mortified at 7 years old? Not much.... :-O