Finally, winter has properly arrived (although here in Fife we have escaped the snow entirely). This can only mean one thing:
It’s time for the return of the ridiculous hat (which looks even more ridiculous in the photo because I hadn’t taken the tag off yet).
Given that I am a knitter (albeit a lazy one), you’d think I’d be swanning around in something attractive and hand-knit. I have indeed knitted some lovely hats. The one with the big ribbed brim (something I would never knit for anything else) that I made from last year’s Christmas present Rowan Silk Twist is a particular favourite. I have a lovely handspun hand-dyed red hat that I received in a present exchange with a random internet person in the US years ago. I have my first colourwork hat and a nice burgundy Cashmerino hat that is the first adult hat I ever made.
However, I also have the coldest ears on the planet and knitted hats are not generally windproof. A few years back I got sick of not being able to have my Friday walk on the Malvern Hills because my ears would become extremely painful within the first 5 minutes.
So, like any self-respecting maximiser, I scoured the internet obsessively for the perfect hat.
The Hot Took Hat is the answer. It is a technical outdoor hat made of windproof fabric and fleece and is totally over-the-top for city use. I swithered over the cost. It looks completely ridiculous (and the picture on that link makes me wonder whether I’ve been wearing it inside-out). It makes me look like a pasty pointy-headed elf. Somehow it gives me a pointy nose and chin when normally they are distinctly blob-like. But it is the warmest thing ever on the earth.
I went out yesterday in jeans – so my legs were freezing – and a jumper and fleece that managed not to be windproof – so the rest of me was freezing – but at least I had a lovely warm toasty head.
I did wonder briefly whether the preponderance of those weird fake sheepskin hats with ears this year would make my daft hat stick out a bit less, but I suspect not. I don’t care. It’s going to be glued to my head on every single day that the temperature drops below 5C. It’s one of the few things that makes the winter bearable.