I always wear an Easter hat, a tradition my grandmother Clara instilled in me, many years ago. Because I can't wear heels, I couldn't wear the outfilt I had first planned, my white Calvin Klein suit with a great white hat my mother had given me. The heels that I usually wear with it were much too high to wear just one and the blue, surgical bootie was very conspicuous.
Luckily, I had something that looked great, could be worn with flats and had a hat to match.
This broken toe thing also brings a whole new meaning to the term "Hoppy" Easter!
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