Last summer was officially the time in my life where I discovered hats. It all started with a fedora, which was almost constantly attached to my head. They became a huge part of my summer style, so I invested in a lot of them. A year on, the evidence of my obsession now litters my bedroom, there are hats everywhere.
But there's something about having waist length hair that makes wearing any type of hat easy and natural. You just plonk it on your head, your long hair will do the rest. With short hair, I'm not sure it's that easy. The cut of a hat suddenly seems more severe, you're head seems smaller and your face more exposed. But damn it, I love my hats. So I made a valiant attempt to kick my reservations to the curb today and donned my favourite pork pie hat. It needed a thorough attack with a lint brush, but with an all black outfit and a flirty pink lip, I think I got away with it.
And to give the hat it's due, despite the wind's most trying efforts, it stayed securely on my head. What more could I ask of it?