My Jaunty Hat

Apparently a number of you were passionately interested in what kind of hat I purchased yesterday, so here you go: My new hat. It’s all white and summery, which I think well suits the location and season, and also the fact of the matter is I’m kind of sick of buying baseball caps, of which I have several at this point (and which I continue to forget to bring with me when I travel, thus necessitating the further purchase of chapeaus). This is the first non-cap hat purchased I’ve made since college when for brief and somewhat ill-advised time I wandered about in a fedora. The less said about that period of time in my life the better. However, I think this hat looks reasonable, all things considered. And it’s jaunty. What more do you want.

54 Comments on “My Jaunty Hat”

  1. C’est tres jaunty! Tres bien! (something about hats makes me resort to my horrible high school French.) But it is a nice hat.

  2. Very nice and summery. Also, very bright – I could see its usefulness at night as a reflector when walking down a dark street.
    On a side note, chapeau is one of those quirky French words that take an x for the plural – chapeaux. Don’t ask (no, really, don’t …).

  3. Nice hat indeed. Welcome to San Diego, you picked a perfect time to come. Last year our summer was cold (well, for us Southern Calif weather wusses) and dreary.

  4. doreenb8 – A wanna be writer(actually that dream just came true) I live in Delaware County with my husband John, 2 terriers and a homeless lady (John brought her home last year) Together we have 5 grown-up kids and enough grand kids to start a baseball team with another on the way

    Awesome hat!

  5. I know it’s not felt, but the Jaunty Hat still looks fairly fedora-ish to me. And it looks perfectly fine, BTW. (But then, I wandered around in a Boy George uncreased fedora thing in college. That and a newsboy cap. What? It was the 80s, fashion was insane, and I was in college. I could probably sell them on Etsy for big money. Too bad my sister finally threw both hats away last year. Without telling me. She told me she was taking them to Goodwill. Which apparently translates to “the nearest dumpster.”

    Is there such a thing as a white straw fedora? And what do you call that Boy George hat? Maybe someone with more millinery knowledge will set me straight.

  6. As Sihaya says, that hat needs a seersucker suit. Or maybe a white linen suit. Then you can come back to New Orleans and stroll around the Garden District appropriately attaried. (Nice hat, by the way.)

  7. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang of Space Command

    A most jaunty topper indeed. It’s making me think Lew Archer for some reason. Probably because I’m reading a LEw Archer novel.

  8. Jaunty in the Alfred Bester sense? Planning a long trip? Sudden departure? If not, take care to set the switch to zero. (Small slider switch inside hat.) Do not let Spinal Tap tempt you to set it to eleven — if you do, be sure to have a towel as you will be joining a hitchhiker at a terminal restaurant. (To exit Clarion, set to seven. For zombies, set to eight.)

  9. centavita – I am a married retired missionary. We have 4 children, 15 grandchildren and 2 great-grandsons.

    Not bad, son. Not bad at all.

  10. Seriously jaunty…certainly not a San Diego hat, but definitely a hat for Summer! Enjoy the weather. : )

  11. Maybe a white guayabera – a little cooler than the linen or even the seersucker.

  12. Panama hats are always classy and always in fashion!
    They’re also the hats I’m most likely to lose while traveling :-(
    I never seem to be able to lose baseball caps though :-/

  13. Please wear this hat whenever you are trying to sell me street drugs. Your chances of success will be 83 percent higher.

  14. As a fellow recovering fedora-wearer, I must warn you that such a hat as your latest purchase might be the first step in a relapse. Be strong!

    (Me in college: out of control beard, black felt Fedora, grey trenchcoat when weather permitted, usually over a Hawaiian shirt. I’d say I was a “fashion victim”, but that implies that I was close enough to fashion to be slain by it.)

  15. Man walks down the street in a hat like that, people know he’s not afraid of anything.

    (it had to be said)

  16. Looking very good, there. You wear it well!

    I just broke out my summer hat myself. The Sun and its effects on my increasingly exposed scalp demand it. I go for a little wider brimmed natural colored straw hat a la panama Jack. Hats are, indeed, one of the most useful and enjoyable bits of men’s fashion, and indeed the only one I really care about.

  17. I think you should consider a fez, fezes are cool…

  18. When I left the USAF, I told myself I would never have to wear a hat again. The flight cap was the silliest thing I have worn, not doing any good.

    But later on I learned that I need protection from the sun. If I protect the top of my head, why neglect to protect my neck as well? Caps don’t make any sense to me. Ranchers called farmers who wore caps “red necks”. If I have to wear something and get my head sweaty, I might as well have a full brim to get full protection.

  19. I dig the hat. Two years ago I made the decision to begin looking for hats other than the standard ball cap which I seem to consume like an IT guy consumes Cheetos. The first purchase was this guy from a hat shop in Gas Town which lead to two others. Unfortunately, working in an office environment I don’t get many opportunities to sport these lids that are not accompanied by high school type smart ass comments. All I can say is wear your hat with pride. Vive le chapeau!

  20. Jaunty indeed, but don’t think you’re going to keep it more than 5 minutes after it gets within Athena’s reach.

  21. Jaunty hat is jaunty.

    Also, holy crap turn down the exposure setting a notch when you take pictures of that thing.

    And a wide angle lens

  22. I can’t decide whether your new hat would be better suited to a ’90s music video from the Indo-Pakistan region, or an ’80s music video from DuranDuran. Essentially they’re the same, although the quantity of silk used in costuming and live doves released may vary. In other words: kickass hat.

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