Mr Beardsley wrote: ↑Sun Nov 05, 2023 11:15 amIt's not. So I guess it must be a baseball cap, not hatTsal wrote: ↑Sun Nov 05, 2023 5:11 amIs it tilted?Mr Beardsley wrote: ↑Sat Nov 04, 2023 9:50 pm Still a baseball hat guy. Richardson 112 is my weapon of choice
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I wore a nice tan fedora in younger days. Nowadays if I wear anything on my head it's a baseball cap. Or a toque in colder weather. Tried a flat cap...not a good look for me.
"I realized I had the gift of seeming to know more than I actually did." -A.J. Cronin-
I popped into Meyer the Hatter earlier today. Gentlemen of distinction plan ahead for springtime, when their thoughts turn fancy, as the oat fields blossom. I need something that will not fall off during Cossack dances. Meyer the Hatter is just the place.
I am rarely in the CBD (Central Business District, to new readers) but I had some banking to do on St. Charles Avenue. Far be it from me to miss an opportunity to daydream about new hats.
As soon as something is fixed, it starts falling apart. I am not talking about New Orleans, specifically. The same observation applies to life in general.
Have you ever looked in the mirror?
If you would like to know what I saw when I looked in the mirror today, you will have to be a paid subscriber. My flanerie is in high dudgeon today. And, to think, it all started with a trip to Meyer the Hatter.
I did not buy a hat at Meyer the Hatter today. I was shopping, which, if you work at my usual slothful pace, can take months for me to open my moth-filled wallet. I was wearing a hat that I had purchased from Meyer the Hatter, however. They know me. I am not their Number One Customer but they know me enough to let me have the run of the shop, even if they still do not let me see the vault upstairs.
The Rhinestone Dandy is well enough known to be granted unfettered access to the drawers in the back that are full of berets. It is next to the cubbyhole where Old Lady Meyer does the bookkeeping.
I am rarely in the CBD (Central Business District, to new readers) but I had some banking to do on St. Charles Avenue. Far be it from me to miss an opportunity to daydream about new hats.
As soon as something is fixed, it starts falling apart. I am not talking about New Orleans, specifically. The same observation applies to life in general.
Have you ever looked in the mirror?
If you would like to know what I saw when I looked in the mirror today, you will have to be a paid subscriber. My flanerie is in high dudgeon today. And, to think, it all started with a trip to Meyer the Hatter.
I did not buy a hat at Meyer the Hatter today. I was shopping, which, if you work at my usual slothful pace, can take months for me to open my moth-filled wallet. I was wearing a hat that I had purchased from Meyer the Hatter, however. They know me. I am not their Number One Customer but they know me enough to let me have the run of the shop, even if they still do not let me see the vault upstairs.
The Rhinestone Dandy is well enough known to be granted unfettered access to the drawers in the back that are full of berets. It is next to the cubbyhole where Old Lady Meyer does the bookkeeping.
-- The Rhinestone Dandy.
I took your advice and bought a Richardson 112 for myself. It fits my weird head better than any cap I've ever had. Most caps aren't deep enough to fit me right.Mr Beardsley wrote: ↑Sat Nov 04, 2023 9:50 pm Still a baseball hat guy. Richardson 112 is my weapon of choice
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Nice! I have a very large head and the 112 is always a great fit and lookRonv69 wrote: ↑Mon Nov 13, 2023 5:43 pmI took your advice and bought a Richardson 112 for myself. It fits my weird head better than any cap I've ever had. Most caps aren't deep enough to fit me right.Mr Beardsley wrote: ↑Sat Nov 04, 2023 9:50 pm Still a baseball hat guy. Richardson 112 is my weapon of choice
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