This year marked the 20th Cathedral Village Arts Festival, in Regina, Saskatchewan, and to celebrate, they suggested everyone wear hats.
I have many winter hats, but despite yesterday's chill (the writers all shivered as they tried to clutch their books and pages), wool just wouldn`t have been seasonal. (Would have been warm, though!)
Instead, I decorated an old straw hat with silk flowers. I`m very glad the dye didn`t run, as one of my friends hinted might happen. Imagine purple streaks running down my forehead!
At the beer tent after the readings at the Lit Tent, someone asked if I was a Raging Granny. Or maybe she was suggesting I keep the hat until my rage and granny nature set in. I'm not sure, but it sounded like fun. What could be better than wearing pretty bonnets and singing protest songs?
|Shelley Banks reads from Carousel #27|