Hats
I hate going to the hairdressers. Something about sitting in awkward silence with another person that I do not visit often enough is very discomforting. My hairdresser knows me just well enough to start a conversation but not enough to keep it going in an entertaining manner.
Which is why hats are my lifesavers. Whenever my hair grows longer than I feel comfortable, I would put on my hat / baseball cap, virtually anything that gathers my hair at the front and shoves them towards the back so that they do not block my view.
4.5 out of 5 stars. Sometimes my hats are stained, and now I am confused as to whether they belong to my laundry or not.