FFMoPE: The (Return of the) Fashion Blog Edition #5: My hat is awesome, your argument is invalid
You know it's winter when I stop eating and wonder why the hell I'm losing weight. Should probably remind myself about this mysterious and wonderful thing called "food" again.
So yes, it's cold as balls out there but this time I come prepared. You see, I'm am now in possession of the most ridiculous yet awesome hat in the history of my collection of ridiculous yet awesome hats. Of which I had two before this one.
I await the day when an elderly gentleman with that exact hat walks by me. It shall be a day of joy and happiness.
I'd love to pin something on the hat but can't think of anything that wouldn't get me beaten up by hippies who don't appreciate the fashion sense of certain German gentlemen in the 1940s. But then again, "tactful" has never been one of the words used to describe my sense of style so I might as well get a Totenkopf-pin or something equally unnerving.
... A funny thought: I'd never consider wearing anything that could be associated with Finnish military history, yet hardly think twice about putting on something that may remind people of WWII and Uncle Adolf's playmates. (But mum, those evil fuckers had a sense of style!)
All that aside, that hat is oh-so-very-warm and makes winter all the more tolerable for me. With the hat, my new jacket and a lovely pair of woolly gloves my mum gave me, I just might live to see spring again.
Oh, and I also picked up a fabulous package from the post office today but you'll have to wait until February to see what it is. Hah.
So yes, it's cold as balls out there but this time I come prepared. You see, I'm am now in possession of the most ridiculous yet awesome hat in the history of my collection of ridiculous yet awesome hats. Of which I had two before this one.
I await the day when an elderly gentleman with that exact hat walks by me. It shall be a day of joy and happiness.
I'd love to pin something on the hat but can't think of anything that wouldn't get me beaten up by hippies who don't appreciate the fashion sense of certain German gentlemen in the 1940s. But then again, "tactful" has never been one of the words used to describe my sense of style so I might as well get a Totenkopf-pin or something equally unnerving.
... A funny thought: I'd never consider wearing anything that could be associated with Finnish military history, yet hardly think twice about putting on something that may remind people of WWII and Uncle Adolf's playmates. (But mum, those evil fuckers had a sense of style!)
All that aside, that hat is oh-so-very-warm and makes winter all the more tolerable for me. With the hat, my new jacket and a lovely pair of woolly gloves my mum gave me, I just might live to see spring again.
Oh, and I also picked up a fabulous package from the post office today but you'll have to wait until February to see what it is. Hah.