By: Blonde Two
We Blondes have never counted our hats but I have a feeling that if we were to do so, we would find ourselves with rather more than our number of heads demand. The thing is we both love and need hats. Dartmoor without a hat can be an uncomfortable place, Blonde One is even recognised by one of hers.
I have recently developed a new hat requirement, that is of a hat to keep my head warm when wild swimming. There appear to be a few options:
There are sensible ‘I am a swimmer’ hats.
There are flouncy ‘I am a flamboyant swimmer’ hats.
There are visible ‘Can you see me swim in the dark?’ hats.
There are warm ‘Blimey my head hurts under this ridiculously cold water’ hats.
And there are ‘There’s no way I’m putting my head in this ridiculously cold water woolly hat’ hats.
For now I have my Ordnance Survey Get Outside Champion hat which is newly salt encrusted, does a great job of helping people to work out who I am in the dark and is very effective when I need somewhere to tuck my dripping wet hair.
Santa are you listening?
When I was a teenager on a shopping trip in Birmingham with Mum, I was given permission to buy a hat with my own money. I was surprised to get permission, but maybe that was because I took little interest in clothes except jeans. I still have the hat today. I only like unusual hats, so I think you should design your own swim-hat and glue or sew a waterproof one into it.
Must be a family thing I have at least one sister who loves making hats!
Ah, yes! So you have – there’s one in my collection and I have the photo to prove it; but my pride and joy is still my deerstalker.