is with an incredibly magnificent chapeau that I recently purchased. I’ve been obsessing over straw fedoras for god knows how long, and they have finally become unpopular enough to warrant a purchase. Actually that’s a lie; it wasn’t a matter of their popularity, but more of my breaking the habit of compulsively spending all of my money on music, and remembering to save it to buy a decent quality hat.
This is literally the hat I bought (Christys Crown Series, if you’re curious), and what makes it even better is that it’s a men’s fedora; thus I feel very old school rat pack, girl-who-stole-her-grandfather’s-hat-and-cigars when wearing it.
As soon as I put it on, I was filled with an unholy desire to immediately purchase something linen as well. Somehow, I luckily managed to suppress the urge to dress like a fifty-year old golfer, and instead of pairing it with baggy linen pants, I wore my new baby with a Peter Pan-collared, swingy white linen jacket. I’m doubly thrilled, because now I have an effective tool other than my straightening iron when my curling iron decides to deviate from the game plan and give a girl with short hair Farah Fawcett curls.
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