yesterday i bought this hat. it is beautiful. in the store i put it on and all i could think was "this is the most beautiful hat i have ever placed on my head." then i looked at the price tag and blacked out for a moment. . . once i recovered i wandered around searching for a hat to take it's place, to fill the void but nothing did. i had seen beauty (had smelled couture) and could not pass it up. no imposters. no good, only best.

i walked back to the counter and walked away with a lovely silver box wrapped with a silver bow (i had sheepishly told the salesgirl that the hat was my christmas present to myself so she, very kindly, gift-wrapped it for me .

when i got home this evening i slipped off the bow and then gingerly unwrapped the slick, fresh tissue paper. "will i wear the hat tomorrow?" " will i return it?" hmmm. i placed it on my head again and loved it. i realize it is awful and yuppy to love a piece of clothing--especially because if the brand of said object were known my street credit would -pouf- be gone! i can't help myself. am i a slave to consumerism? maybe just a slave to beauty . . . well i'm either brainwashed or in love but either way i think i will live happily ever after. . .

--jb