When I think of my Mom, I think of her hats. She is the epitome of femininity, unlike myself, and always wears these hats (big brimmed with ribbons) and long dresses. I must say, she does look wonderful in them, she is tiny and delicate and looks 50 although she is in her 70's. Here is the problem with the hats: Everyone in the family including those that don't have a license (just kidding) will take the keys before opting to be the passenger with her in the drivers seat. It isn't that she is a bad driver (no tickets, no wrecks) it is just that she drives with both feet, one on the gas and one on the break, resulting in a very herky jerky experience for the passenger. She also assumes her right of way, sometimes cutting other drivers off tighter than is acceptable and making sudden turns unannounced! But I digress... When one opts to drive, one has to manage to SEE around these huge hats. Asking her to remove them has caused a few to slink away in fear after the ear scalding response she delivered. So you see we (Dad and I especially) have a love/hate relationship with these hats. But in spite of all of this, I wouldn't trade Mothers for anything in the world!