#hat

#hat

This past winter I survived the misery-months by reading all five volumes of Virginia Woolf's diaries. Many things happen in those diaries but the event that's seared into my mind involves a new hat. It's 1926 and the diary entry begins this way: "This is the last day of June finds me in black despair because Clive laughed at my new hat, Vita pitied me, & I sank to the depths of gloom." Oh, Virginia, girl-I feel you! The shame of wearing the too-big thing