The warm Southern air wraps around me, inviting me in and gently taking me back to those nostalgic memories of growing up in Louisiana. Saturday mornings were especially filled with activity and life - the mouth-watering smells of my grandma's Roast & Vegetable and Jelly Cake, my head still warm from the pressing

oil that made it's way to my scalp with no remorse.

Cartoons blaring on the Magnavox, and I always

ready to take my bike out for a spin off to the park.

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On Sunday mornings I would wake with great

anticipation - Grandma would help me prepare for the

day, giving me her special perfumed powder in a

gorgeous glass jar, finding me the perfect dress. Now

her routine is what legends are make of as she had her

pick of countless hats that she had stored in beautiful

boxes above the chifforobe - one for every occasion & dress.

I used to strut around wearing the most amazing hats,

much like the legend herself when she made her

spectacular entrances. My spirit inspired, now I too

have a love for hats, inherited, Simply from Ella