That’s old hat

My mind is filled with things I rarely think about even though I have frequent interaction with them. The other day I realized one of those things is how old my ball cap is. The bill and the top button are fraying. When did I get the cap? The label inside says GAP. When was the last time I was in one of those stores? Maybe 20 years ago? Or 25? If I wanted a more specific date I suppose I could try contacting someone at GAP and see if they have any data on product RN 54023. At any rate, this is definitely my oldest article of clothing.

I haven’t hung onto it for sentimental reasons. It just feels good on my head. And it does its job.

There was a period when trendy dudes would pay extra for pre-frayed caps. I can proudly say my hat earned its style the hard way.

Now that I’m on the subject, other bits of ball cap thoughts have come to mind. Specifically, how we would style the visors of our caps when I was a kid. Only weirdos would leave the visors in their standard form. Here are some of the variations. I don’t remember anyone turning up the visors. And the only catchers wore the hats backwards.