The pièce de resistancé - The Trash Hat. Believe it or not, this hat was the hat my mom wore on her wedding day. It was a simple woven beach hat. As her Christmas present that year (1989 I believe), I took the hat, went outside and pulled grass, tar, cigarette butts, flowers, everything I could find in the driveway, and glued it to the hat. It's a wonder I didn't get some form of hepatitis. Mom threw the hat away.
Still, to this day, I cannot figure out what compelled me to do something like that... let alone box it up and wrap it and present it to my OWN MOTHER on Christmas. She was surprisingly good natured about it.
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