So it's Halloween night, National Novel Writing Month just began, and I'm thinking about… caps.
Specifically, flat caps. Also called ivy caps, cabbie caps, golf caps and driving caps. Popular since 14th century Britain and Ireland, where they were mandatory. Also popular among some rock stars, actors, rappers and skin heads. And, lately, me.
I've seen them in stores and though I kinda liked the look on me, I also thought they'd make me look like I should be stalking the moors or leaning over the seat to ask some tourists if they want uptown or downtown. Instead I wore baseball caps for shade and rain cover, but I've finally come to grips with the fact that I'm simply not a baseball cap person. Nothing against baseball cap people, mind you, they're fine people, won't hear a word against them, some of my best friends wear baseball caps… but as I do not look as if I would be remotely interested in either throwing a baseball or watching one being thrown, I never felt comfortable in a baseball cap. I knew that at any point someone — and here I'm thinking the hat police, or possibly an armed federal milliner — would unmask me as an imposter and I would be publicly decapitated and ashamed.
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I just saw an episode of Little People, Big World where Jeremy was looking rather dashing in a fisherman's cap (or similar.)
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