My friends, JR and Elias, have been expecting a baby since… well, obviously, since they found out JR was pregnant. Since I found out, I have been searching high and low for a perfect present. JR not only knits, she spins her own yarn and can quilt. They are probably just fine on the handmade afghan front. So, I’ve had this idea for months that I would get the baby a hat befitting the awesome, eclectic style of the household it is about to find itself in.
A snazzy hat.
The kind of hat a baby would put on to go downtown in the 50s. The kind of hat a baby could roll down his arm during a dance sequence. The kind of hat that would cause people to say “There goes a sharp-dressed baby.”
No luck. I looked everywhere. I found lots of cute hats and lots of weird hats and lots of wild hats, but the kind of hat a baby could wear while playing trumpet in a jazz bar? No luck.
At the fucking Gap. I had a moment’s hesitation–does getting a snazzy hat from The Gap cancel out the snazziness? But I cringed and bought it anyway, because that kid is going to get here literally any second and I am out of time to search for a snazzier outlet from which to buy said snazzy hat.
I hope the baby likes it.