...get a hat! Not an original comment from yours truly, that's a slogan I dug out from the distant recesses of my mind, and a little research tells me it was devised by "
The Hat Council" back in 1934, so given I only fell to earth in 1956 I have no idea why I remember it. Found this too from 1952:
Now, until recently I never thought I was a hat person, I always wanted to wear a hat, but I could never get passed the "
Oh my god that looks ridiculous" stage, so apart from several years wearing the Royal Navy's white "
Pork Pie" I have been, not to put too fine a point on it, naked from the ears up.
Not any more. Whilst I freely admit to several diatribes on the physical cruelties of age [ear hair, nasal hair - you get the picture, or rather, better if you don't], I have recently discovered a positive effect of ageing, which is either that my head has "
settled" somehow and has become hat friendly or my eyes no longer give a monkeys and don't bother reporting back to the brain regarding my sartorial elegance or lack of it.
I am now the proud owner of three trilby hats [dark blue, light blue and grey respectively] and two fedora [both black], the latter get an outing on relatively calm days, or at least as calm as it gets stuck in the middle of the Irish Sea, and the former tend to be utilised when walking forward acquires any degree of tilt.
At this point I am getting ambitious, so in the post, or so I am reliably informed, are my latest purchases, yet another trilby [black to complete the set] and what is described as [and I quote] "
A High Quality Mens Waterproof Wool Trilby Cowboy Rodeo Felt Fedora Hat" - which is probably as bold as I am going to get. Not sure how a hat can be a trilby, a fedora and a cowboy hat all at the same time but right now my head's ready to try anything...hats off to you all.