- Sun Mar 03, 2024 9:19 pm
#63677
All this hat-talk is unsettling me, rather. Bollocks to last week's news.
Since the iced drizzle beat the retreat, my furry titfa has been retired for another year and I have been wearing my heavy Homburg, these last few days. My hair had been chopped back and it feels better.
My broad-brimmed Sevilla is very Jewy and usually makes its appearance at around Easter time, and it keeps the melanomic beast at bay while the weather eases us back to the good times. My Panamas and my Luton-made boater are just waiting to be wiped down for another year's excursions. When the temperatures top out at over 35°, I wear a linen skip cap, à la desert rat. In fact, when up-country in Egypt, I rather enjoyed a Mujahedeen-inspired, hand-made indigo wrap to counter the fierce sun - I have this negative shake against skin cancer and hate picking scabs off my pate.
All in all, I like hats and wearing that fine millinery at a jaunty angle. It's where I came of age. I am too old to change, and skin cancer killed my mother.
Since the iced drizzle beat the retreat, my furry titfa has been retired for another year and I have been wearing my heavy Homburg, these last few days. My hair had been chopped back and it feels better.
My broad-brimmed Sevilla is very Jewy and usually makes its appearance at around Easter time, and it keeps the melanomic beast at bay while the weather eases us back to the good times. My Panamas and my Luton-made boater are just waiting to be wiped down for another year's excursions. When the temperatures top out at over 35°, I wear a linen skip cap, à la desert rat. In fact, when up-country in Egypt, I rather enjoyed a Mujahedeen-inspired, hand-made indigo wrap to counter the fierce sun - I have this negative shake against skin cancer and hate picking scabs off my pate.
All in all, I like hats and wearing that fine millinery at a jaunty angle. It's where I came of age. I am too old to change, and skin cancer killed my mother.
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