I’ve always wanted to be someone who had a floppy hat.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a baseball-cap girl through and through—some habits, even tennis habits, die hard—but there’s just something about a floppy hat. It’s A Sunday on La Grande Jatte or Ascot Gavotte, and I never had occasion for one.
Then I just bought one.
I’ve worn it poolside. I’ve worn it to a bridal shower (Derby themed, no less). I even wore it antiquing.
So consider this your mid-week reminder: you’re already a floppy hat person.