Today I will use my new 1973 Indiana University yearbook to play an installment of Hat Association Game. Here goes.
When I see this:

I think of Miss Mary J Blige:

And this corduroy-clad kiddo:

When I see this:
I think of afghan throws and crocheted potholders.

When I see this:
I think several things at the same time, but one of them is, “Is he really wearing a floral velvet newsboy cap with a tassle ball on top? That takes juevos.” I believe that Lance Gross proves that hat style can evolve for the better.

And lastly, when I see this:
I think of playing poker in what is clearly not a shower cap, but then I am distracted by the chipmunk cheeks of his friend, and I think of Tito Jackson.

And then I think of Tito Jackson in an oversized newsboy cap.

And Tito Jackson in a brown derby.

Which reminds me of the restaurant, the Brown Derby.

Which makes me hungry. So I’m going to head to the kitchen and fry up some free-range eggs. And I know just the hat to wear!

Great post! Well-done progression. I like how your mind works. LOL.
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gracias
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Hats all folks.
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wonk wonk
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You free-associate very well, Kerbey. Impressed, says me, from under my black hat.
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Ah, yes, you are a hat-man!
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Mmm… egg hats.
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You’ve read If You Give a Pig a Pancake, yes? I think that’s the first, then there is also something about a mouse and a muffin. Heck, you may be the author (using a pseudonym, of course) as you do this association thing so well.
Oh, the hats.
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I’ve never read that. I’ll google right now. Oh, I see. She eats pancakes, needs a bath, etc. Am I the pig in this situation? π Yesterday I ate pigs and waffles, but that’s not the same.
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No no no, Kerbey, you are the storyteller.
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Oh that fascinator! Awesome. Reminds me of a tattoo I saw on a college student’s calf of a dancing line of breakfast items, toast, bacon, fried egg. All looking jolly, jazz hands and all.
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That sounds fabulous.
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Brings back that old expression “If (insert inevitable occurrence here) doesn’t happen, I’ll eat my hat.”
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Decades ago, I used to work with the pig/pancake author/illustrator, Felicia Bond, at Austin Public Library. She was a puppeteer back then, but went on to be very well known and loved.
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Small world. It is good when one can evolve from being a puppeteer into making money. π
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