Recently, I went through a lot of emotional baggage. Almost like a mini identity crisis. While I was going through this crisis, I asked myself a couple of simple questions. While walking through the aisles at Plato's Closet,my local upper end consignment shop; I asked myself “WHO IS DANIELLE STORM”? “What items speak to me?” “What defines my fashion sense?” “What things define me?”

We let society define us so much every day. I just got tired of it. I got tired of people telling me what i should wear, how I should dress. I started thinking about how I want to dress. What rule told me that i had to wear the Ralph Lauren dress? What rule was telling me that i had to wear the latest Converse Sneakers? A stupid rule. Stupid rules set by stupid people in society. I decided that day to start thinking for myself, that i would wear whatever the hell i felt like. I will NOT wear what is “In” I will wear what I THINK IS IN! Yes!

I grazed my hand over a hat. It was a Fedora. The fedora was tan and it had a black bow around the rim of it. I knew it was meant to be mine. I snatched it, ran to the nearest mirror, and I put it on.

That day I bought two hats the Fedora and a black church hat with beads around the rim. I came out 20$ poorer, and a very happy woman.

I realized I was wearing my favorite dress. I wear a lot of dresses.

I realized dresses and hats were going to be my new thing.

Hats are now my artist “thing” I mean every artist has a “thing” like “Lady Gaga” and her controversial fashion choices of the past. Like “Sias” wig. “Danielle” will have her hats, and cute dresses. Not only that, but my long late Great Grandmother was a lover of hats. Because she loved hats, I wanted to really make "hats" my thing. While she died when i was eight, her memory still lives on. Hopefully through me.

I am an artist, my body is my temple, I like hats, i am hat girl, and that is why I like my hats!