I don't own the right kind of hats. Mine are all appropriate for a day at the races but not for:
heading to an outdoor garden to casually sit on an overturned flower pot,
faux napping on a lounge chair with Botoxed lips,
sitting on the stoop of a Brooklyn walkup and adjusting an earring.
This pretty much seals my fate. I'm no fashion blogger. Back to the mommy/humor hybrid fashion I wear so well.