Well, we’ve been through just about everything else at one time or another on this blog, so I think it’s probably time we tackled the thorny issue of what the refined gentlemen of Cape Town should be wearing throughout our winter months (July and August).
I don’t want to try and be too avant garde with my advice: I do find some of the more outlandish designs that one sees on the catwalks of Milan, Paris, London and Boksburg trying to be “different”, can often appear just a little foolish or even distasteful.
In addition, functionality is key for the modern man about town. All too often, one can be caught short without an umbrella or urinal in sight. And when it’s raining or you are desperate to answer a call of nature, that can have potentially day-ruining effects on your hairstyle or your trousers. We’ve all been there, right?
Right?
Anyway, whatever: it’s without further ado that I give you the bucketat.
Part bucket, part hat. Bucketat. A stroke of genius, I’m sure you’ll agree.
Available in a range of colours from your local toy store, beach shop or builder’s merchants (for larger sizes).
Mr Men t-shirt and model not included.
Stroke of genius indeed! And it can double as a seating utility when you get tired wearing it!
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I need one of those. None of my umbrellas last more than a second.
Genius. I was about to write a fashion post too, after my dismay at seeing one of my close friends wearing crocs. But your kid stole my thunder.
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Now all we need to do is photoshop a walrus in there and put in a suitable lolcatesque caption – “Small child has stolenated my buckets!”
It’s a fabulous design though, I really appreciate the small details on the chin piece and the colours are vibrant and oh so wonderful.
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Where else would he get the bucket? Sheesh, it’s just logic man.
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