People stare. Sometimes with open mouths.
Other times they nudge the person they are with, and either point or motion their chin in my direction. The other person joins in the stare.
Occasionally someone will smile. Mostly it is a look of disconnect. As if they can't understand what I am doing.
Only once in a blue moon will someone actually say it.
I border on obsessive about wearing hats from late spring through early fall. I live in fear of sunburns and since I insist my children wear hats, I do the same.
So I asked the brood to help model some of my favorites (note the use of the word some).
When I wear this one, a colleague comments "Oh, you've got your church hat on."
Much to my patient husband's chagrin I have lost count of the number of hats I own. There are a fair number of caps in this mix as well including one with the Cat in the Hat and another from an awesome bar in St. Louis.
So I walk proud in this northern city with my big, ol' sun hats. When I walk through Chinatown I'll see a few women walking under paper parasols. We give each other knowing smiles.