I love hats.

Unfortunately, I don’t look so good in them. I have friends that can put on any hat and look totally great wearing that darn topper. And I mean ANY cap, bonnet, scarf, or brim.

Some people simply wear hats well.  There are a lot of great examples of classic hat wearers throughout history.

Abraham Lincoln comes to mind first and foremost. I always think of him in that big tall stovepipe hat. There are plenty of photos of him without it. But the hat is always on his head…. in my mind.

How about Gilligan? He always had on his little sailor hat, with the rim turned down. Like a bowl on his head.

Sherlock Holmes. Now there was a thinker for you. The old pipe, cape, and the cloth detective hat. I believe it is called a Deerstalker. Kind of creepy… but that is name of this type of hat in the European hunting circuits. I think… in his case…. it helped keep his brain waves all tucked in.

Jackie Kennedy. Pink Pillbox. Say no more.

Cat in the Hat. The leaning Tower of Pisa… red & white striped concoction. If I could wear another hat in public, besides my sock monkey hat… it might be this one. Crazy-good-style Seuss.

Wicked Witch of the West. Elphaba. Pointy. Black. Classic.

Robin Hood. I don’t think the real Robin Hood wore a hat… I think he did the hoodie deal. I am pretty sure that Eroll Flynn prettied up the green felt number with the feather.

Annie Oakley. Shoot ’em up girl. Loved YOUR hat.

Little Red Riding Hood. Her name says it all.

Queen Elizabeth.  That woman has one on constantly.  I think she most likely sleeps in a hat.

General Patton. Helmet head.

The Mad Hatter.   Way too much mercury. Common among hat makers of old. They used the mercury to cure the felt which was used. The mercury made ’em loopy.

Oh, and my favorite.  Minnie Pearl.  Price tag and all.  $1.98.

Yes… lots of historical hat wearers. But back to the present. Some “Clubs” get to wear hats. I have a bunch of friends in Rotary… but I am pretty dang sure they don’t wear hats.  I need to join a club that gets to wear some kind of capper… like the Shriners. Yet…… I don’t think they let women in… which ticks me off.  BUT.  That is for another night.

But the Shriners look like they have all the fun… as far as those clubs go. They get to wear the funny hats… they drive those squirrely little cars in parades and such… and they get cool names… like Grand Poohbah. The Chief Rabban. The Potenate.   Big Kahuna.

Yeah.  Well.  Club or no club…..  I wear hats now. But only when no one is looking.

But I sure do wish I had a Fez….  that might be a game changer.  I would wear that thing…. at……  …..  well… at the drop of a hat.

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“Hey, I bought a new hat today.”

“Fedora?”

“Nope.  I bought it for me.”

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