Ah autumn, when you can kick leaves, eat more soup, wear a leather jacket without sweating and and when I will, without fail, buy and then not ever wear a new hat.
Hats hold so much promise for a new you. They add character, are less knobby than a pipe or non-prescription horn-rimmed frames. Sporting a fine hat is the female equivalent of flirting with a moustache – it takes maturity and says: “I've arrived, I have things of genuine importance to say, I am warm, stylish and absolutely marvellous. Go on, ask me about literature!” That's until you try to leave the house.
Because to leave the house in a hat takes bravery, daring-do and the confidence to not give two hoots if people think you look like a dick. And people will, my friend. There are hat-haters out there, those who think you're showing off with your flashy accessory, practically at eye level. You just have to not care.
This season I will attempt to pay them no heed. A hat looks amazing, if well-chosen and sported with with the confidence of a donkey, swinging his manhood about the farm. I'm thinking of the world's greatest contemporary hat wearers. You have Alexa Chung, Khloe Kardashian, Rosie Huntington Whiteley, Sarah Jessica Parker. They are wearing their like: “So what, I do this every day. Deal with it.” The hat is not wearing them... take note, Victoria Beckham.
And finally, my hat-wearing rules:
• Hats don't hide a bad hair day, they cause them. Carry dry shampoo to re-volumise• Always remove indoors... it's just polite• Remove indoors... seriously... this bears repeating.
Do you wear hats? What are your favourites? Am I over-thinking this?
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