I have sensitive ears. And, well, when my hair grows out, I have bad hair. Really, it’s a jewfro. No one can really rock the jewfro, as much as many of us try.
As a result, especially during the winter, I wear hats … a lot. Like every day. I also like variety, which means in the 2+ years I’ve been in New York, I’ve collected quite the menagerie of ski caps. And that’s not even counting the Polar Fleece hood my mother-in-law bought me for Christmas this year.
So, without further adieu, here are a few of my many chapeaus (my copy editor wife just made up that word, methinks).
Reppin’ the Gator nation, of course
In an Olympic ball cap
Just a toque. And I really like that scarf.
Go Marlins!
O Canada!
And now, for a few golden oldies.
Stylin!
Crickey!
‘Nuff said.
