Hat Head

Alas, I don’t have a hat head. There are many who do and I admire them a great deal.

It’s kind of like the dentist’s kid who has bad teeth or the hairdresser’s kid whose head is always a mess. I make hats and design hats but I cannot wear one with any level of cuteness.

Find these and other beanies here in the shop.

Nature had no idea someone would invent a head covering. If she did, I am sure she would have made us all capable of wearing one and looking good in it. 

Some say everyone can wear a hat; it’s just the matter of finding the right one to fit your face. I’m never quite sure of the shape of my face. It seems round but then it seems roundly oval.

I took the time to look up a guide on how to select and wear a hat. It is geared for those over 40. Which I can no deny that I am having left my 40s behind at least a decade ago. 

I fear I will never have a hat head and I am fine with this, truly. It’s not even a thought except on cold winter days. I have a higher tolerance of cold than I do of heat and it will have to be almost single digits before I even think of pulling on a hat and then it’s not that I care about how I look. It’s a product of function. I would put a live sheep on my head if I thought it would keep me warm when it gets cold enough for me to think I should have one on.

The guide will come in handy if you’re wondering how to tote a togue. I am resigned to my fate and will get joy out of helping you look good.