When my husband Jim is not being called “the balloon man,” he is known for his hats around town.
During the summer months he shields his fair-skinned face from the sun with a hat we found at a summer fair, one that is reminiscent of Indiana Jones.
In the winter, he dons an aviator style cossack hat, reminds one of the full Russian fur hat with ear coverings and large furry brim.
Everyone knows it’s Jim before he arrives with Glasgow coat and cossack hat. So what did he do last night? He bought me one. Full fur Russian hat, silver. It may be ten days before it arrives and we walk the neighborhood with the dog. One thing is that I know we will be warm. We have been in this neighborhood for years and have all the coats, boots, hats and gloves to get through winter.
What I don’t know is how many people will see us coming a mile away and close their doors to those strange Texans with the funny hats.
OK, we may have to make a photo for you, but it’ll probably be a couple of weeks. ‘Til then, stay happy and don’t stress about the presents. Adopt a family from a local shelter and give them coats and gloves and hats and a couple of toys. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 