Hat
There’s a particular hat that is positively ubiquitous in southern Poland. Farmers, loggers, town drunks — any and all men can wear them, especially once they reach age forty.
I received one before I left Poland. Though I could never bring myself to wear it there, I wore it occasionally in the States.
The Girl recently discovered it.
It seems it’s no longer mine.
Yep! That’s what happens when she “discovers” something and likes it….”my ducks”, “my qweem”(carmex), etc., etc., etc.! Another treasure!
It looks cute on her.
Do tej copki jesce kufajki brakuje;)