My Tilly Hat

Me with Cory in Peru at Machu Pichu on our twentieth anniversary. You can tell we are off adventuring because we are both wearing our trusty Tilly hats. Some of my best Beanworld ideas have peculated in my brain while my head was being shielded from the elements by my Tilly hat. (There is a sequence in my upcoming work that germinated entirely while visiting Petra in Jordan--but that is another story for another day.)

We once met a very elderly couple in Africa (the gentleman looked and sounded just like the Travelocity Roaming Gnome) and they had very ancient Tilly hats. They treated us like we were members of some sort of Masonic-type secret society of Tilly hat world wide adventurers.

And they advised us to that our hats would never let us down.

I never think about our Tilly hats until Cory and I are about to embark on some sort of exotic Abercrombie & Kent adventure. (Cory is a Sales Director for A&K). Then we rummage through our closets and find our Tilly hats well hidden under all sorts of things that have accumulated since our last trip.

Honestly, I haven't a clue as to when or where we purchased our Tilly hats. But we have worn them all over the world and it never ceases to amaze me how the hat never EVER shows any sort of wear. It can be covered in mud, dust, gunk and or vomit and all you gotta do is pop it in the wash and it comes out looking good as new. Like a bizarre sort of cartoon. A Tilly hat is guaranteed for life--the hat's life not yours. It even has a humorous guarantee sewn inside the hat. If you are ever shopping for a first rate outdoorsy-type adventure hat--this is the genuine article. Highly recommended!