*sigh* Oh well, here goes. For a brief period of time in the late-70s and early 80s lip-synching was a bit of a craze here in southern California. Y'know, DJ plays a song, you get up and sing along without actually singing, pretending to be the artist singing the song. Eventually a local bar...
Meh. My freshman year of high school started in the second half of 1975 here in the U.S.. Heavy Metal bands were still trying to rule the charts, but that abhorrent noise called Disco was trying in earnest to take over; truly a terrible time for modern music if you had taste. Eventually the...
I'm nowhere near the "shave your head" stage, but I started developing the receding hair line and typical bald spot on the crown of my head about 25 years ago, so I've had time to think about them and plan ahead. Also, my fiancee really doesn't like short hair on men, so at this point the plan...
My parents' house (later my house), being built in 1952/53, was part of the post-war craze for colors that stood out, so even in the relatively boring suburbs east of Los Angeles the house was coated in Pepto Bismol Pink stucco with turquoise trim. :oops: The "master" bathroom had tile around...
Oh, I know the feeling. When I was in my early forties (age, that is) I found I needed my eyeglasses more frequently for distances (near-sighted) and reading (bifocals). Fifties was noticing that the hair on my head was getting thinner and thinner (good excuse to wear a hat or cap--keep my...
This one I thought was interesting. Clearly photo editing rather than makeup, and not a bad job, but the "artist" seems to have used more modern means to achieve the effect (i.e., modern computer software like Photoshop) on an older photograph.
The only thing I don't like about that jacket is that it isn't mine. :cool:
But seriously, I do like the way that jacket fits you, 'cause that's pretty much how I like mine to fit me--just enough room in the shoulders that I don't feel cramped, torso hanging just below the belt line, and...
There are a few people in my relatively small circle of family and friends who at least check their phones when they make noise, and sometimes will excuse themselves to pursue a conversation on those phones. One or two have explained to me that they are required as part of their employment...
I have a few Sterkowski caps, and I really like them. The fit is comfortable, the materials are relatively soft, the sizing works for me, and I'm not constantly having to re-position the caps on my head.
Nice cap, by the way!
Anyone who knows me IRL knows I don't touch my cell phone while I'm driving, in a movie theater, having a meal, or doing any of the things the rest of the imbeciles on this planet interrupt every time their damned phone alerts them to an incoming call or message, and I honestly don't understand...
As a matter of fact, I did cut the brim on my Moonstone Fed down to an even 2" a few years ago:
Not at all perfect, but it kinda' has that "rough" look seen in several older photos in which a farmer or handyman has trimmed the brim on one of his older dress hats to make it a "work" hat.
The only Stetson fur felt I've ever owned came to me well used and was already reasonably soft. My Akubras, however, were all purchased brand new, and each one arrived as stiff as you'd expect for a brand new hat just out of the factory. There must be better ways, but I found working the felt...
Yep, those are mine, posted in general response to this thread. I used photos of all three because they each came out a little different from the others due to my minimal years' experience with shaping hats. I like them, and still wear them when I can, but I really wish Akubra would create a...
I agree with Jared. This is Akubra's Bluegrass Green:
Mine most definitely does not look brown, and never has. BUT, I have seen photos of some of Akubra's lighter brown/tan colored hats, and sometimes they had a greenish tint. Not as green as in my photos here, but enough that It could...
Long story as short as I can make it, in 1998 my late wife and I took possession of my parents' house, a.k.a. the house I grew up in, located in a city called Whittier (named after John Greenleaf Whittier, Quaker poet and advocate of the abolition of slavery in the U.S.). Approximately 15 miles...
Yes, once. USPS lost it, then said I had no recourse because I hadn't paid extra for "insurance". I filed a claim anyway, and approximately three weeks later it was delivered to my house ONLY because the courier somehow remembered the package, remembered where it was actually delivered, and...
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