Hats

I don’t look good in hats. There’s something about the shape or size of my head, or maybe the structure of my brow or ears or whatever that makes hats look funny on me (and makes me look funny in them).

A few years ago, however, I was given some homemade knit hats by a gal named Robyn Devine. I’d worn knit hats before, and they’d all had the same weird relationship with my head as fedoras, toques, and bowlers. These ones, however, looked pretty dang good.

I was shocked, but pleasantly so. Hats...