drawing | hat {trick}

a walk amongst books, thrifting up and down aisles, who wouldn't? once a year we do, and we do it good and proper. waiting at the till a little less daunting than usual, as the cashier recognizes our local accent and joins in our jolly chin-wag. i'd taken off my hat as we were leaving, but i didn't have one on. 

my next door neighbour is a hats freak, besides a few more malfortunes. when he's walking to the station in the mornings, he does this under a cowboy hat, stomping next to a wife who methodically wanders dressed-down. his hat doesn't impress me, since that man, he has no horse! and when the couple goes out driving in their car, it's the wife that does the wheeling. a cowboy with no licence makes me chuckle. this we can not say of mister johnny cash. 

too true. i only just now saw walk the line, and the film baffled me. all the while as i was hearing these well known melodies, i kept on shrugging, didn't know that belonged to johnny! as a matter of fact i did not know anything about the man, for the simple reason he was alive and kicking his fierce life when i was just a toddler and i heard his songs on the global radio. mister johnny cash wore no real hat, but i saw it dangling nonetheless, all through the crazy beautiful movie. hell, he got me drawing one! [include this movie on your holidays-to-{re}watch-list!]. greta collects hats for the weekend. hee-haw! off to find me another one.