Hats are a big deal right now. Hats are all over the place. Hats have become the salt and pepper that flavourises the bland snacking gruel we like to call “conversations at the water cooler”. Because of the Day of Royal Happiness and Official Sanctioned Joy, hats are totally blowing your and my minds right now. Big time.
What do you think about hats? Do you enjoy the way a good brim can shade your thin sensitive nose skin on a hot day? Do you enjoy the way a sassy pom-pom’d beanie can tell fellow Winter-sufferers that you are way into the colour pink and not afraid which of your colleagues know it? Do you enjoy the way a feather tucked into your hat-band can tell people in the country that you are One of Them, you will hang in their bars and drink their beers and share their women, if it comes to that?
Well, I guess hats are pretty good then. They’re a way of fitting in, in all types of places, especially ones with a specific hat-related guest code. They can be decorated in all sorts of colours, and all sorts of wonderful styles including Bucket. They can be emblazoned with your favourite holiday destination, political cause or blog slogan. I know that I wear my Would Jess Like It fedora to only the best funerals.
Brim away, my friends. I have absolutely no problem with hats.