The Cheez Whiz of hats
A few posts ago I wrote about the consummation between the laziness of my shirt and the season of Spring, the odd but very happily paired couple have since left the picture. In their figurative marriage now resides a hat and seemingly on-the-cusp of Summer weather. Today, we hit some seasonal high temps, and I’ll be the first to admit I thought: straw hat and your grandfather’s shirt – what better way to celebrate, cherish, and pay full respect to such great weather than to wear a processed grass hat – the Cheez Whiz of straw hats if you will and a shirt passed down through the generations. And in case that isn’t enough maritime bohemian chic for you, I threw in some mewelry and espadrilles – namaste.