Really Good Hats

Hats off to these 20 (!) ball caps worth putting on again and again.

I have a history of cutting my bangs without professional supervision. Somewhere in the photo album archives at my parents’ house, there are numerous 4x6 momentos of me cheesing it up to the camera in the 90s with dramatically crooked fringe. When I was way too young to be playing with a pair of scissors, my rebellious child act was to hide behind my parents’ bed and snip a climactic slant across my forehead. I didn’t use a mirror.

Decades later, I now look into my reflection when I cut my hair, but I still don’t really know what I’m doing. In preparation for a new fall look, I cut another inch off my bangs and took it a step further by cutting approximately two hundred pounds off my mane as well. However, an older and wiser me made sure Stephanie Carrillo¹ was the one holding the scissors this time. Why the massive chop? Well, why not? But if you must know, I did it for the thrill of it, the sheer fun of it, and because it was 100 degrees for five days in a row.