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Today while eating at Wendy's, an older gentleman who was cleaning tables walked by me, and said, "I really like that cool hat!"
Maybe a variation on this thread is in order. We all (I'm sure?) receive "nice hat" or "I like your hat" comments on a fairly consistant basis. Yesterday in the course of activities leading up to and following a wedding, I enjoyed six (6!) great hat comments within five hours.
Is there a record?
... As I sat down, an older woman told me it was nice to see a man wearing a gentleman's hat and not a cap. Another older woman spoke up to comment "And he took it off as he came in!"
Now that, I can empathise with. Just come out of a specialist coffee shop, I love Kenyan Peaberry, ground for the french press, I'm wearing air force blue, 50's 'pegs.' If pegs are a term only used in the UK, they are a high waisted trouser, straight, but quite wide fitting with turn ups, (cuffs) with two tone blue & white brogues, a deep blue shirt with a huge chinese dragon motif, under a light blue & white pinstripe blazer, the shirt worn open neck, with the shirt collar over the blazer, all topped off with a matching blue & white pork pie, hat."Hay Dick Tracy, I love your hat" May not sound like the nicest complement. But being it came from a very attractive woman and said in a very flirtatious/ seductive way, it rates fairly high on my list.
Johnny
This is not a hat comment, it's a shoes comment. I had quite an evening last night. I had gotten reservations at the Cafe Carlyle, here in New York, for a show put together by an acquaintance, Will Friedwald, the jazz columnist at the Wall Street Journal. It's titled Tales From the Jazz Age: An F. Scott Fitzgerald Songbook. It was WONDERFUL.
But it was a 10:45 show, so I had a LOT of time to kill after I got off work at 5. So I posted in Facebook: Anybody have any suggestions how to kill a few hours on the east side of Manhattan this evening? Immediately I got a response from a friend saying check out "A Conversation With Edith Head" at the National Arts Club. You may remember the NAC as the swanky old club where Woody Allen, Diane Keaton, Angelica Huston and Alan Alda conspired in Manhattan Murder Mystery.
I sent an email to them right away, and they replied saying that I was on the Standby List. Good enough.
I moseyed my way downtown, had a slice of pizza, got there about 7:45, and found quite a crowd. As I milled my way into the building, and stood at the sign in table, a very dapper gent standing there took a look at me, in my totally Cafe Carlyle-worthy outfit of Panama hat, blue blazer and white slacks, Palm Beach next tie, and, last but not least, nifty spectator shoes. He was wearing the type of spectators that have white on top and the brown that wraps around the toe (what are they called?). Anyway, he takes one look at my spectators and say, "Anyone wearing shoes like that deserves to be put into the seated list." So I was crossed off Standby, and put on the walk right in list. Turns out he's the Chairman of the Fashion Committee at the NAC, and co-host of the event. Soooo . . . to make along story short, my magic spectators strike again. (You may recall that at last year's Jazz Age Lawn Party, none other than Bill Cunningham took my picture and gave me the make a circle with thumb and forefinger gesture of approval. Didn't make it to the actual paper, tho. Whatever.)
Anyhow, those darn shoes get me more compliments than ANY garment I've ever owned. And I have them thanks to a heads up a couple years ago here at the Lounge.