Glory be to Hanna Hats

Once upon a time, I commuted to school with two family studies teachers who informed me that there is a difference between hats and caps. In deference, I try to use the right word, but not when alliteration beckons to my muse (see title).

When I posted this ↑ of me in my cap, fellow blogger, Pipe Tobacco, inquired about it.

I bought the cap at the Irish and Scottish shop in Ottawa. It is a fairly weighty cap, best worn in spring and fall but not in hotter summer or in the deepest cold of winter. While it would work for some of the winter, particularly in the milder country from which it hails, I don't wear much in that season because clashes greatly my red coat. Besides, I have caps which suit winter well, including one with ear flaps for the coldest days — actually two, but I don't like the style (or lack) of one of them.

Even in spring and fall, it clashes with my other spring/fall jacket which is a red-black check. As much as I can, though in these seasons, I wear the more neutral khaki jacket, above, just so I can wear this hat, because I do like it.

Indeed, it is a Hanna Hat from good ole Donegal in good ole Ireland. I will leave up to Mr Pipe to pursue inquires ... or not.

Yes, AC has a big head. Too bad about the small brain.

I think Pipe also asked about lighter-weight, summer hats caps. They aren't as ubiquitous in my experience, and I searched fruitlessly for years. However, I finally found this one  ↓ at the same store and from the same company. 

This ↓ photo was unplanned, but the shirt is a good match. I also have a mask that is also a pretty close match. I should get a photo of the three items together. Perhaps on another day, for I am still in my jammies.

I also purchased another tartan-style cap on the same day as the red one, above. While it isn't quite as snazzy, I like it too.

Speaking of jammies, this was a phone selfie taken just a few moments ago. All that I do, I do for you. Eh?