As a rule, hats & sunglasses do not sit right on my strange noggin (this is the opposite of my father, on whom pretty much anything including a carefully-balanced plate of spaghetti looks completely normal). So when one does come along that doesn’t look like I’m trying to conceal a large ferret, I have vowed pick it up.
Rejoice, children, for today is that day! I’m extra happy because this hat is technically made of paper. Paper is awesome. So is this hat.