Hat

My mom has been collecting hats from the Silverado store and other residents' rooms, possibly. This one has lots of bling: ribbons, dried flowers, leaves. She normally doesn't wear a hat on our walks but wanted to bring this one along. She alternated between putting it on and taking it off to admire it.

This photo also captures a mysterious bruise that the Silverado nurse said she has an eye on. It's true that her thinner skin bruises easily. It's frustrating not to know how these things happen.