I’m an opinionated person (which you know if you’ve read any portion of this blog). So, it’s needless to say that I tend to have strong thoughts about fashion – see Leggings Are Not Pants. Well, this weekend The Boyfriend and I took a trip to the beach. As he was rifling around his car for his wallet to bring with us, he pulled out an accessory he hasn’t worn since…well ever, that I’ve seen. What was this accessory, you ask?
Yep, a fedora. And not the cool, 1920s John Dillinger-type fedora. A douchey, straw Jason Mraz-style fedora. I gave him the old “You’re really not wearing THAT, are you?” And of course he laughed, made some comment about it being badass, and we made our way to the beach.
The more I thought about it, though, the more I’ve noticed that I’ve seen a ton of fedoras this summer. I think the number may be approaching double digits. In my book, one fedora is too many.
I was thinking about it to much that when I was in Dunkin Donuts, breaking a $20 for parking at the beach, I Instagram’d a picture of him, fedora and all, and sent it out to into the social medias. I got three responses (which for me is a lot), and I completely agree with one of them. Guess which:
What I really want to know is how fedoras went from being this:
The world may never know. Anyhoo, if you see someone wearing a fedora, do them a favor and tell them: Take that thing off your head.