A coworker gave me a hat a few months ago. She said it was too small for her and that she noticed me squinting really hard when I go outside and thought the sunlight might bug me (it does, but I’m nearsighted liek whoa and can’t afford prescription sunglasses, and don’t even try to recommend clip-ons because I hate them). So she said instead of returning the hat, she wanted to give it to me.
I was tentative at first. I’m not a hat person. They fall off and itch and sometimes get caught in my hair and tug it and that hurts. But this hat was different. It had an elastic to hold it on my head and was all fabric on the underside so my hair wouldn’t get caught and cotton not wool so it wouldn’t itch, so I tried it. I told myself I’d wear it for three days, and if I still didn’t like it, I didn’t have to wear it anymore (the first day is always an I hate this because it’s different and wrong! day, the second is an ehhhh, getting used to it, I guess day and the third is when I actually make up my opinion on really new things, like brand-new classes of garments).
Now, if I’m outside (and I didn’t forget it at home), I’m wearing my hat. Always. Why didn’t I get one before?! It’s my favorite garment. Better than the soft cotton shirts I lucked into on a sale rack that feel smooth and gentle and even have no tags. Better than shoes with the special custom insoles that prevent my knees from hating how much walking, running and bouncing down stairs I do even though my ankles are wonky and can’t keep them in good alignment without support (I don’t walk down stairs, I bounce down them. Yes, I do realize that I’m twenty-six, not six). Better even than the lucky find of the pants with real pockets. It. Is. Awesome.
Because with the hat, I can go walking outside in bright sunlight, and I don’t have to close my eyes for four steps out of every 5. It hurts a little, but it’s not eyes-want-to-explode pain.
I ❤ my hat.