"Caps! Caps for sale! Fifty cents a cap!" I wish. Most likely inspired at age six by the book Caps For Sale, A Tale of A Peddler, Some Monkeys, And Their Monkey Business, I have always been what you would call a hat person. The protagonist of the tale is a wonderfully moustached hat salesman who promenades through villages with seventeen total caps on his head. If only we could wear all our favorite hats at once. Straw fedoras in the spring, too-big-to-even –see-from sunhats on the beach, bowler hats in the fall, and berets in the winter, I can’t get enough and am always looking for a new and neutral style. I won’t lie and say I haven’t always wanted to go to the Kentucky Derby for the sole fact that I could get away with wearing the biggest, floppiest hat ever made. This winter, in tandem with the leopard trend, I got the Eugenia Kim beret, which really blends with any shade you have on, whether it be black, grey, or brown. My favorite part? It stays on your head and actually covers your ears, so it’s not just great for style but also for warmth. Wish I had snagged it from the peddler at 50 cents, though.
Shoes: shopbop, Book (a must have): Caps For Sale
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