#PussyHats

This past weekend the world took part in several Women's Marches.  Regardless why you marched, or why you didn't, or what you feel about marching in general, I am going to post about the hats I made and where they went.

 
 

In total, I was able to make 7 hats.  These hats went to 1 Aunt, 2 cousins, 1 friend, my husband, my son, and myself.  

 

3 made it to Washington D.C.  

 
 
 

While I did not attend any marches, I did proudly wear my hat all weekend.

Here's what I learned.

I got sneered at.  A man held a door open for me and when I thanked him and he made eye contact, he snickered and shook his head.  I got avoided.  And I got pointed at.  

I also found that women, people of color, and one gay man were nicer, kinder, and more outgoing to me than ever before.

I'm the me that I was on Thursday and I'm the me that I was on Monday.  But when I was the me that I was while wearing a pussyhat, some people treated me differently.  Some were kinder, some were ruder, but I was me.

And that says a lot about the current climate in my country.  I remain hopeful that my rights as a non-Christian woman, and my husband's rights as a non-white, non-Christian immigrant, remain as they are today.  One love.