I'm Just Being Me

I may be just a hat but from way up here I can see that she has her clothes hung up like little soldiers ready for service at the drop of a hat As I tilt my linen peonies and squint in her closet I see a mish mash of flowery designs and I cringe She shops at the thrifty store down the road and I can see she favors cotton for it can breathe easy and her favorite colors are blue and sea green. The scent of her peppermint halo clings to her clothes like a tight fitting slip, that I know she doesn't wear. So many shrugs and so many t shirts, oh my oh my ! The one think I have noticed from my privileged point of view it that she owns no black. She thinks its for funerals, so she opts for vibrant colors and her favorite, is red. I know I am being biased because I'm her favorite hat and happen to be red but I must admit she wears me well ! Love it when she picks me up and places me on her head, like I were the cat's meow. When she faces the mirror and says, " When I wear you hat, I feel like I'm being me" a peel of her laughter follows. Each time she tilts me up towards the sun I must agree, she is who she says she is, a free spirit who loves life, to the fullest.