Yes, It Looks Funny When we Wear Uggs with Shorts (but Manpris are Worse).

We just returned from a short stay at my father's home in Colorado. This isn't my usual shot with the usual sunshine and the usual mis-match of sweater with bikini action, but you know. One must consider all of the people who actually have a reason to wear a cap other than:

1. Baldness

2. Coolness

3. Bad Hair

4. Roots

5. Fashion

6. My Mom Made it for me

7. My Girlfriend Made it for me

8. It's the Only Way my Toupee Stays Secure

9. Insert Another Excuse Here

I actually gave a slouch cap to HWWV to wear (he's grown facial hair and looks like an exotic what's his name, he's Irish, I think, and smokes a lot and gets drunk, too. Hmmm) while we were in the cold air, but once he got home and plopped it on in the warmer weather he announced that it itched. 

Oy. 

The same thing happens to me but when it's truly cold out, the wool doesn't bother me as much. Years ago, when we were in Lake Tahoe and it was a total blizzard I walked in knee-high snow to the LYS and marveled at how cozy the Noro mohair blend happened to be. The ladies sitting there around the table sort of looked at each other and then one muttered that there are burrs on wool that contract in the cold, so no wonder.

I swear. If I could wear fun caps in warmer temps, I'd carry a chest full of ice with me wherever I go, you know, just to make those burrs go away when it's time to plop the hat back on, just in time, before anyone sees me with hat hair.

Just so you know: It was 70 today and my Pilates instructor wore a cap indoors (and fiddled with the air conditioner).

And I wore Uggs (don't tell anybody).

I guess you have to do what you gotta do, otherwise, how would life be interesting?

I like this cap. I like the pom pom. Whenever I add pom poms to caps, I thread the yarn through the top but tie a nice, tight bow on the underside so I can:

1. Wash it without the pom pom attached.

2. Quickly remove it when pom-pom naysayers are nearby.

I'm testing it out in a finer yarn, this time with the Wollmeise. 

P.S. HWWV: If you're reading this, don't feel bad about your manpris. At least yours don't hit you at the thickest part of your calves.