I am an Eight
Before attending the John Adams Society debate last evening, I went hat shopping. An acquaintance from the society had previously taken note of my top hat and suggested I might be interested in Heimie’s Haberdashery. I found the shop rather pleasing; it has an excellent atmosphere.
I had hoped to be able to try on some hats to find a style I think looks good. Unfortunately, I have an enormous head; the shopkeeper informed me that his suppliers literally do not make hats my size for stock. The largest they have is seven and a half. My head is size eight. If I like, however, he can have one made specially to fit—for a thirty dollar premium. I’m a bit tickled by the idea of having a custom-made hat, and the hats they did have were of very fine quality, but the resulting tag was alltogether too expensive to order on a whim. Besides, since I’d be ordering the hat custom, I’d have to specify how high I want the crown, and the width of the brim and band, and, not having had the opportunity to try on any hats, I don’t have too concrete an idea what I would want.
Perhaps I will make up my mind and order something for Christmas; it would still be less expensive than the camera lens I bought last year…
