"I wear a seven, And you're out of order
'Cause I can tell from here, You're a seven and a quarter"
"Don't Touch My Hat" by Lyle Lovett
I have a big head. I'm not talking ego here, I'm talking about the fact that I can seldom find a hat or cap that actually fits. Those "one size fits all" things don't. Most hats sit on top of my head like a crown.
At my high school graduation, they had to pin my size 7 3/4 graduation cap on. Then I had to remove it for the Pledge of Allegiance, and it never did sit right again.
In the winter, it's not so bad, as I can wear a knit cap. But in the summer, I need protection for my increasingly follicle-less pate. The only cap that has actually fit me I got from the Census Bureau, of all places.
Last weekend, visiting the in-laws, we stopped at several stores with no particular success. Then I found not one, but two hats that fit, and they were on sale so I bought them both, one blue and one white. They are porkpie hats.
My wife says I look retro chic. Definitely retro; others can determine chic. But it's a matter of function over form.
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