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That is about the nicest brim curl I have ever seen!
That is about the nicest brim curl I have ever seen!
That is about the nicest brim curl I have ever seen!
A girl today said that I look like I belong in the circus.
I told her that the hat I was wearing was probably from the 1940s and she said, "Oh, is that where you're from?"
I suppose I deserve it, I always ask her if she's wearing a clip on Man Bun or is that a real one...
And I suppose the obligatory retort would have been..My right eye is extremely sensitive to sunlight, it's why you see me in sunglasses so often. It wasn't bright sunshine this morning but I still had the aviators on, I get used to them like they were ordinary spectacles.
This morning I stopped of at a convenience store, hoping I wouldn't have to queue, some hope. But there wasn't more than about a dozen people so I joined the queue. I had my cashmere overcoat on and a black fedora, I have also been wearing a rather good mask. My missus is a retired paramedic, she has a couple of masks left over from her working days, and to reassure her, I wear a mask when I'm amongst others, which isn't very often. The next fellow who joined the queue looked at me and said: "You look like Darth Vader in his Sunday best hat." I told him that was a great remark and that I would share it on social media, so now you know.
He might have opened his arms for a hug and said: "Daddy!" Got to keep six feet away.And I suppose the obligatory retort would have been..
NO... I AM Your Father!
TremendousOver on the summer wardrobe thread is this picture of me posing in my old cricket whites. My missus rescued them after I had put them ready for disposal. My weight gain had made them redundant. Modern though they are, they are a classic pair of trousers and my talented missus has really worked her magic on them.
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"The Fedora Lounge must see your handiwork," I told her, adding, "they love to see your sewing skills." Flattery gets me nowhere, "shut up and stand still," she replied. "Hold on," I said, "what now?" She replied. I dashed back in the house and came out with a navy blue lid. "Got everything now?" My exasperated missus enquired, "well actually," I said, stepping sideways. She looked at me quizzically. "Your shadow will be in the picture," I explained. "You're a vain b*st*rd," she said. "It's your fault," I pleaded. "I know, I know," she replied, "you don't have to repeat it. One does have standards!"
I do love you dear.
Over on the summer wardrobe thread is this picture of me posing in my old cricket whites. My missus rescued them after I had put them ready for disposal. My weight gain had made them redundant. Modern though they are, they are a classic pair of trousers and my talented missus has really worked her magic on them.
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"The Fedora Lounge must see your handiwork," I told her, adding, "they love to see your sewing skills." Flattery gets me nowhere, "shut up and stand still," she replied. "Hold on," I said, "what now?" She replied. I dashed back in the house and came out with a navy blue lid. "Got everything now?" My exasperated missus enquired, "well actually," I said, stepping sideways. She looked at me quizzically. "Your shadow will be in the picture," I explained. "You're a vain b*st*rd," she said. "It's your fault," I pleaded. "I know, I know," she replied, "you don't have to repeat it. One does have standards!"
I do love you dear.
Too kind, thank you.Tremendous
What indeed? Got it right 52 years ago when I said: "I do."Your wife knows you and supports you. What could be better!
"Do you ever dress down?" What a great title for a new thread. Do you ever dress down was said to me today by one of the duty managers at the supermarket that I use for provisions. The good fellow had spent a fruitless five minutes searching for disposable household gloves, the ones that come in a box. The box being about the size of a pack of tissues.
"I am dressed down," I told him, "well not in my book, you're not," he replied. He then added, "what is dressed up, in your book?" "Simple," I answered, "collar and tie," then I smiled and looked straight at him. "What? What?" he's saying, getting more and more uncomfortable. Any other time I would have reached out and in a mock display and straightened his tie, but we can't touch in today's climate, so I pretended to straighten my own, metaphoric tie. I told him that it's not for me to comment on how people choose to dress, but I am not one to be put to shame by his smart appearance, even if it's his company uniform. "No chance of that," he said, and then added, "I always love to see your hats, but if my company expected us to wear trousers like your's, I might baulk at that." He did make me smile. The trousers do tend to get a lot more stares than the hat. By the way, the hat is one of Esther's and, of course, my missus made the trousers.
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