Do you have a face for a hat? 😉 I don’t think I do, but as it gets colder here in the Midwest, I think I need to put a little effort into chapeau-seeking. The last time I comfortably wore a hat it was a bucket style (hello, 90’s!) worn while walking a picket line with faculty colleagues. Hats were not optional gear…it was cold and blustery! Beyond my complaining, though, I developed mad respect for protesters and picketers everywhere who face unpredictable weather in order to stand up, to be seen – in solidarity – for their chosen cause.
Me? I know I’m a cream puff and the combo of cold AND wet whilst protesting? Bring me a hat. I didn’t give a rat’s patootie whether I looked good or not. Survival, people! (Okay – I know I’m being dramatic, but I don’t have an iota of outdoorsy in me. Don’t get me started about rustic life and camping. Gawd.)
But this pic? It’s the DH (dear hubster) nonchalantly rocking a little knit beanie like his head was made for it. When hubby and I were dating…precisely one million years ago…he and my dad rustled through the coat closet, right around October if memory serves. Why? They were intent on golfing ‘one last time’ before the greens and fairways were snow-covered…and they needed more than golf gloves for the adventure.
Hubster retrieved this particular knit hat from the mound of woe begotten and mismatched mittens and gloves. The little beanie was mine, but I could never figure out how to wear it. Over the bangs or bangs tucked in? Ears partially covered or fully concealed? Long hair down – or pulled on top in my signature Pebbles Flintstone poof? (Don’t judge.)
That blasted hat stressed me out. It looked so good on the DH, but I hated it on my head. It matched a suede jacket PERFECTLY and would’ve been a great accessory and that’s where I made my mistake. For me, hats need a purpose, like my 90’s bucket baby. Maybe I need to rustle through the coat closet, just like my dad and hubs did decades ago. Maybe I’ll find a beloved beret for a look-see and a tryout? Maybe. No promises. If nothing else, maybe my bucket baby is still around for a ‘take two’.
What’s your HATtitude? Please share and thank you for allowing me to whine.