I live in the South. It is hot. It is hotter than hot. Which, if there was sand and ocean in front of me instead of car drive and cars, I would not mind so much. I would not mind at all. I keep blinking my eyes hoping that the cement will turn to sand, and the honking of cars turns into the gentle sounds of waves...but it never happens. I have even went as far as to pinch myself in the hope that I just needed to wake up from my nap on the beach, but no. I'm here. On car duty. Sweating. And we have already learned that I do not like to sweat. There is nothing fun about this sweating. So...here is my attempt at making car duty a little less sweaty and a little more stylish. Putting my hair up in a fedora. And not just any fedora...a lace fedora. I mean..could it get any better? Well..actually...come to think of it....yeah, it probably could. I could be wearing my lace fedora in 75 degree weather. Ahh...wishful thinking coming from a southern girl.