This hat – floppy, fuzzy, blue – is kind of ridiculous.
I don’t care; I love it so.
I can’t even tell you where I bought it (although a street stand in SoHo is a decent guess), it was so long ago – but I remember I rediscovered it during the Cat-Carrying Romanian Royal Era, when I was wandering around the city in enormous brunette hair extensions that looked fine when I was being all royal and a little over-the-top and hat-requiring when I wasn’t…and decided that I needed to embrace my hat’s ridiculousness and start wearing it anywhere and everywhere, all of the time.
In fact, I was wearing this hat on the night that I first met Kendrick, for our 3AM diner date (weird hats, it seems, were a pattern of mine around that time). And he asked me out on a second date anyway.
…So I guess you could call it my lucky hat.
On me: Bobeau Stripe Hoodie Pullover, David Kahn jeans, Legacy Leather Carryall c/o Coach; Juicy Couture sunglasses, Penley Beige Patent Leather Pumps c/o CC Corso Como; Roman Luxe necklace.
