Smyat
One of the Regulars
- Messages
- 112
- Location
- Northern California
'Allo, gents (and ladies). New guy here; been lurking a while but had no particular yack to get off my chest (or my head).
I've never been a hat wearer. Never. Hated 'em. Even caps when I played ball felt weird and uncomfortable. Then...
I dunno, I decided I really had to have an Indy hat. No good reason, just a tremendous urge. Did a little digging and decided that if I was going to bother, I didn't want costume junk, I wanted the real, real thing... so last Xmas a large, light, bulky box opened to reveal a Herbert Johnson Poet with a dress Indy bash.
And I discovered I loved wearing the thing. Both my wife and I are '40s admirers - we both think styles peaked then and have never hit close to that high since. So she chooses dresses that evoke the era and I just had a new suit made for top-end events... and while it's not really a full '40s rig, it's got a retro look to it that I love.
I wore the hat around town a little, and then I had a huge event to manage in Kansas City. Took the suit for the big dress party, and wore the hat the rest of the time because, well, "who has the _____ hat?" was a running gag among the organizers and since I was figuratively wearing the big hat, I... wore the big hat. It became a quick signature and got lots of compliments, one from a guy who hangs here, which was quite a surprise.
Anyway, I can't wear the hat and suit because the Indy is sable and the suit is charcoal... can you say eee-yuck? I can.
So now I've really started down the road to hell, with all the best intentions... My charcoal Akubra Sydney should be here later this week. Diamond bash, I think. Hmm. Darn that I forgot to add a gray puggaree to the order (from David Morgan, natch).
Anyway... hi, all. It's your fault. I won't forget that.
I've never been a hat wearer. Never. Hated 'em. Even caps when I played ball felt weird and uncomfortable. Then...
I dunno, I decided I really had to have an Indy hat. No good reason, just a tremendous urge. Did a little digging and decided that if I was going to bother, I didn't want costume junk, I wanted the real, real thing... so last Xmas a large, light, bulky box opened to reveal a Herbert Johnson Poet with a dress Indy bash.
And I discovered I loved wearing the thing. Both my wife and I are '40s admirers - we both think styles peaked then and have never hit close to that high since. So she chooses dresses that evoke the era and I just had a new suit made for top-end events... and while it's not really a full '40s rig, it's got a retro look to it that I love.
I wore the hat around town a little, and then I had a huge event to manage in Kansas City. Took the suit for the big dress party, and wore the hat the rest of the time because, well, "who has the _____ hat?" was a running gag among the organizers and since I was figuratively wearing the big hat, I... wore the big hat. It became a quick signature and got lots of compliments, one from a guy who hangs here, which was quite a surprise.
Anyway, I can't wear the hat and suit because the Indy is sable and the suit is charcoal... can you say eee-yuck? I can.
So now I've really started down the road to hell, with all the best intentions... My charcoal Akubra Sydney should be here later this week. Diamond bash, I think. Hmm. Darn that I forgot to add a gray puggaree to the order (from David Morgan, natch).
Anyway... hi, all. It's your fault. I won't forget that.