In appreciation of bad-ass women who sometimes have to wear big-ass British hats.
The indomitable, incomparable Ms Betty Davis. I don’t introduce her (despite what that past sentence may indicate) because a woman like this introduces herself.
I have a new standard to decide if my life decisions are worthy. I simply think, “Would I shock Betty Davis?”
If the answer is no, I go back to the drawing board. If the answer is yes, I check with the hubby just to make sure I’m not about to do something that he would leave me for, then I proceed.
All of which is to say, I’m the proud owner of this garden as of 2 minutes ago (thanks Etsy):
#BAMF (had to Google that just to make sure it meant what I thought it meant. Urban Dictionary says yes.)