Dr T's Confessions

This post is the first in what may become a series of posts called "Dr T's Confessions".  As a lawyer, I have advised myself about my rights under s.10(b) of the Charter, but also advised myself that those rights don't apply here as a result of s. 32(1) of the Charter.  So onto the good stuff.  The confessions.

Confession #1: When I don't feel like combing my hair but I have to go out in public, I wear a hat.
Confession #2: When I'm having a bad hair day, I just wear a hat.
Confession #3: Sometimes, I just like wearing hats.

And now a photo composition of these confessions.

My love affair/utilitarian use of hats began early.

I file this under confessions 1, 2, and 3...plus, the hat complemented the look.

It continued during my formal education...

This is considered formal education because I was on St. Hilda's College. 

...and it continued during my travels. 

This hat disguises my utter disgust for coconut milk.  Yeech.

Sometimes, the hat was an accoutrement for my lifestyle.

A cap is de rigeuer in a pick-up truck.

But sometimes the hat was just random.

Seriously, seriously random.

Some of the things I've done while wearing a hat...

Ski.

Run a sub-2hour half-marathon.

Pose...

...and then run.

Talk to moose.  The locals call me the Moose Whisperer.  But also sometimes the "crazy lady".

Drive trucks.  Big trucks.

Conquer mountains and pitons.

Baffle the locals.

Confuse and possibly frighten the locals.

Cuddle stray puppies...just not too close because of the mange and fleas.

Cuddle my beloved Rex.

Mess around with my buddy Rex.

Hang out with my beloved Rex.  See how he's smiling?  He likes my hat.

And finally, because I occasionally value human contact, cuddle with my wonderful nephew by Cameron Lake in the mountains.  Good times, good times.  And all while wearing a hat.