Measure Twice, Live Once. With A Hat On.


There’s an old saying you’ve probably heard before:  measure twice, cut once.  It’s oft used by carpenters, glass cutters, and folks in the construction or manufacturing businesses.  I’ve even heard it at Home Depot by a sales clerk trying to help a customer make plans for a DIY project.  It’s a reminder there’s only one chance to get it right.  Otherwise it could cost time, materials, and money.

By extrapolation, I think the old proverb has a fit for life in general too …

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If You Can’t Beat ‘Em, Join ‘Em

Apart from some teen angst filled years of craving fitting in and holding my status within one of the popular crowds, I’ve otherwise not been concerned much with fashion.  I wear what I like, what’s comfortable, what’s practical, and what I think looks at least a quarter decent on me (regardless of what my kids say).  And of course what is within my current clothing allowance budget because hey, I’m frugal [read: cheap] and I like it that way.

I didn’t get the gene a lot of others of my gender got in their DNA makeup.  I generally don’t like shopping for clothes.  In fact, at times I despise it.  It can be a real pain in the butt, literally and figuratively, having to try on 10 pairs of jeans trying to find ones that fit my petite stature, don’t pinch where I don’t want them to pinch (which is everywhere), and that aren’t so low-waisted that my muffin tops spill over.

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I Bought A Hat. I Don’t Like Hats.

Or being told what to do.

This past Tuesday I bought a hat.  Apart from an old, tan, ladies baseball cap I wore on occasion to keep the sun out of my eyes, I haven’t really worn a hat since I was a young girl.  Even then, it was a toque, worn in the winter, because my mom made me wear one to keep my head warm.  I loved my mom, but I don’t love being told what to do.

I don’t like hats.  On me at least.  Vanity in reverse perhaps, I know.  I dislike the one I just bought even more than any others I have ever owned.  Why?  Because once again I was told to wear one.  And I’m not even a kid anymore, geez.  Did I tell you I don’t like being told what to do?

So why on God’s earth then did I buy a hat that I am going to wear on a regular basis?

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