Every place I have made a home, whether brief or rooted; the community always found a way to type-you. Are you Southern? Are your Northern? Are you country? Are you an urbanite? Are you preppy? Are you a hipster? It is human to compartmentalize, categorize, sub-categorize. I was born a Southern, then I became a Northern. I lived in rural Vermont, but Brooklyn my home was my home for years. I love watching tennis, yet I have an humongous vinyl collection. All these hats, too many types existing in one being. Yet harmonious...
My years modeling made me overly aware of the roles I played ... for myself and for others. There was something constantly insincere about going to castings and putting on yet another hat to appease the brand, stylists, designers, and casting directors. It is no surprise that I retreated from that world and never looked back or second guessed my decision to leave it behind. All those hats were never the right fit. I've have created two toppers that are to my liking, each were made from plants cultivated from my home garden. Most are even edible herbs. English lavender, Rosemary, St. John's wort, Aster Solidago, Spike Lavender, Marjoram Blooms, Ivy, and pieces of Donkey Tail (succulent). It is of the earth, it is from my home, it is from my hands, how could it not be a hat formulated for me ... for the moment.
I will apologize now for the abundant amount of pictures. I have my first ever real camera. Not a hand-held tiny fit in your pocket camera, not a camera phone, and not borrowed ... a real previously loved/used camera.