Here we are in January. Not sure how that happened. I often have things I want to share with you, but then I have to make a choice between cooking dinner, cleaning the bathroom or blogging and sometimes I just have to do the “grown up” thing. After all, next week I will be 46 years old. That’s quite the grown up number. I know, I’m supposed to say how young I feel, that numbers don’t mean a thing, but I’ll leave that statement for the serial optimists out there. I feel every year of it and possibly a bit extra. As a present to myself I am posting some of the wonderful photos that Heidi Jirotka took of me in my hats. She always makes me feel beautiful, so I love her. I don’t know how she manages to make that haggard look disappear from my face, but some things are better left unanswered.

I had so much fun making this wet felted merino wool hat. I called it hat for a Russian Princess. It now lives in Salt Lake City, Utah.

This is my Emma rose hat in fleece with hand dyed silk velvet bows. One of my best sellers ever.

My Margaret Suffragette hat. She is practical, comfortable, strong and elegant and always votes.

Another wet felted merino wool hat. This one now lives with Randi in Halifax, Professor extraordinaire and fabulous person.

Penelope- wild and wacky. This photo is what I think Heidi does best- capture a spirit. She can do anything, but I think that’s her passion and it shows in all her photographs.

Me in my little sanctuary/studio/hat shop. Hope to get back to you soon. If someone out there wants to clean my bathroom, I won’t let 2 months go by before blogging again. Be sure to check out Heidi’s web site. All her photos are spectacular. www.heidijirotka.ca