Well the last picture COD took of me looked sooooo unattractive that I couldn’t bring myself to post it. However the other day someone walked in to Odyssey Fitness (you know, NEPA’s fave fitness center at 401 Coal St in Wilkes Barre) with a wonderful hat. Sort of similar to mine from other day.

I asked if I could snap his photo for my blog. He agreed. His wife was there and said in fact she bought if for herself but it didn’t fit so he offered to take if off her hands. How”s THAT for a husband.

I had another post planned for today but since it was 15 degrees when I left for work I figured I’d don this number from my wonderful husband Christopher J O’Donnell, Esq.
given to me this past Christmas.

In keeping with the new tradition of a funny story about the hat source. The other morning I came strutting into the kitchen in my morning splendor and reminicent of that Lauren Hutton commercial from days gone by, posed and said dramatically “Don’t hate because I’m beautiful”

Not glancing up from his paper he deadpans “That’s not why I hate you. “

I decided to enhance this blog with funny stories about the source of the various cute hats for 2011.  This is one from the Jeanne Fraley collection that somehow ended up with me after she died about 6 years ago.  Aunt Jeanne was Chris’s mom’s sister and one of the most fun people around, the O’Donnell version of Aunt Mary.

Once, when Chris was a child, he went with him Mom up to Aunt Jeanne’s house in the Heights to pick up a cake she had made for Chris’s mom to take to some event.  When they arrived, Jeanne wasn’t there, but on the kitchen counter there was a mangled, unrecognizable blob. As they looked closer, they saw a toothpick sticking out of the top with a note attached: “I forgot to grease the pan.”

That was Aunt Jeanne!

2011 – The Year of the Hat.

By popular demand, I have re-started Shooting the Shiv. Well, maybe not popular demand, but my friend Kathy asked about it, and she’s both popular and demanding…

So here goes, for 2011!

I have a bin of cute hats I have accumulated over the years and after a few broad hints around Christmas time, I acquired a few more, like this number from Brenda.  So if it’s under 32 degrees, a hat I will don.

Please plan to offer your commentary!

Someone on Facebook referred to me as Olive Oyl in this one. Who knows…