Back-to-Black and Baseball Caps // Why Being A Hoarder Is Sometimes Good
Thursday, March 24
I've never really been a cap lover. It was only up until recently, if I were to opt for the hat option, I'd reach for my trusty fedora to add an extra detail to an otherwise simple outfit, but all-in-all they often tend to get on my nerves and are just another thing to take care of. Being in the UK, as the entire world is most likely aware, it rains A LOT and sometimes you want to do something other than enclose your head in a giant hood, in the most un-stylish, egg-resembling way possible, to keep dry, you know? So, in a temporary moment of absolute madness (this is sarcasm), I put on a baseball cap. My step dad's baseball cap to be precise. I have to admit, when I asked, I didn't expect him to emerge with one quite as 'cool' as this...I was half-picturing some crude, bright red and yellow football team memorabilia. Should have given him more credit for his back-in-the-day style because from then on, it was mine. (Reasons why hoarding is good, example 1: hand-me-downs)