So my Mom has me looking up photos to put on her fancy, new digital photo frame..I'm at wit's end because there's way too many! I laugh at my brother's pictures and think of funny things I can do to make them any funnier..
Than I see me as a lil blonde girl with a Pink hat on, totally a play hat but at the time, my world!
I love hats, maybe too many in my collection. I have visors, ball caps, and many cowboy hats. I remember my Eddy Bros RED cowboy hat. Was so excited for a new hat, I had been wearing a black one that was soo droopy anymore it could cover my eyes. The Red hat came because of a parade in AZ. My best friend and I were red, white, and blue for American Family Insurance for the Lost Dutchman Day's Parade. Teamed up on our steedy ponies we were as I might say adorable..(Not sure why I turned out the way I am now). So as I grew up I went thru many hats! The straw ones never could survive, not sure if it was me or the horses, but of course I blamed it on my horse. Hat's mean so much to a personality I found out later on in life.
I've worn pristine, shaped, and perfectly clean hats for Rodeo Queen, which was a pain in my rear! I'd always have to worry about what was going to happen to my hat when my horse acted up. For surely, I was not the most picture perfect after a rodeo. Later that pretty hat was reshaped to a flat hat and given to a lil buckaroo boy. Who pretty much wore it till they decided he needed a new hat, because it was not so clean and well, wearable anymore. As I traveled around the states going to a horse sale every weekend or even one everyday of the week, I noticed people really looked at who you are and where your from by what kind of hat you wear. I was wearing my flat-top palm leaf and was more than once asked if I was from Nevada.
Well that hat gave me the name, "Ms. Nevada Buckaroo Girl." from a few friends who auctioneer at sales up north. We'd see the same auctioneer at about 5 to 6 sales a month. It really was a laugh to me because I realized I could wear kind of hat after that, but that first impression showing set in their minds where I was from.
I started dating a buckaroo boy, who is my one and only, a few years back and well every hat I owned he took care of for me.Which I forgave him after I realized how great they looked.
One went from square-top to rounder with a flat brim. (See Below)
One went from square-top to rounder with a flat brim. (See Below)
and another to a flat-top which no longer fit so went to that lil buckaroo boy as I mentioned before. lol.
I really have had many great stories that go along with my collection and wish I could print them into the stitching of everyone of them. But really the only way I know where they've been is from the dust and the sweat that's worn into them from being out under that scorching sun, or blizzarding snow, pushing cows, running barrels, chasing "shitters", being caught under a bad colt, traveling the states, and even sitting in an arena surrounded by the show world. I'd like to know some of the ones from the cowboy's you see sitting around the bar after a fair event or Silver State get-together. The years of when the YP crew would head to town for the weekend, or when a cowboy won a championship buckle for being the best bronc-stomper that night..How did that Blossom Ranch horse really feel?..Or from the girl's and women who are right along side or ahead of those men..The women who can tend a stove and kids all year and still outrope many of the practiced-up at the end of the summer branding competition. Those hats cover many great stories, and maybe one day I'll be able to hear some. Until then, I'll be making my own as I watch my own lil cowboy work his way thru hats, and if he's anything like his father..
I best invest in a hat company!
"You should be a Lady before your a cowboy, course every girl should have some glam in her life, just depends on which hat looks prettier."
Mooo-Glamourous?
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