Thursday Portrait

I never wear hats. They smush "the hair." My hair was named "the hair" by the boyfriend I had previous to Mr Ratburn. That was 25 years ago and we still call it "the hair". Not because it's especially a lot of hair, or super awesome hair, but because that bf used to do stuff like reach out to caress my hair while simultaneously eating something greasy like thai food or french fries, which would result in me grabbing his hand and pulling it furiously off "the hair". Afterall who wants oil or grease in their hair when they are trying to look semi-glamourous? Or he would reach out to caress the hair while he was doing the dishes, or while rolling a doobie which resulted in skunky smelling resiny hair. So "the hair" became off limits to hands and hats.
So while at Pier 39 last weekend, LR was having trouble keeping her hat from blowing off so she put it on my head. You can see it's pretty windy and my shirt and scarf and all are blowing madly, and I am holding onto the hat to keep it from flying away. That's when Mr Ratburn took this rare shot of me with a hat covering, erm, smushing, "the hair!"
You can see the ferrys behind me, which is a totally a fun thing to do, but now cost 15 bucks a piece for a round trip journey, sheesh! What sort of incentive is that to keep you from bringing your car into the city?

Have a lovely day!