Showing posts with label balmoral hat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label balmoral hat. Show all posts

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Others do it too!

I've written previously about pre-aging new clothes, but I haven't done this...yet.

I was unsuccessfully attempting to identify a tartan recently. One thing led to another ,and as is the way of the internet, an hour later I was reading a forum dedicated to things Scottish when I came across one man's description of his efforts to resize his new Balmoral hat. Photos from the forum.


Toss it in a stream...


Hang it on a branch in the sun.


Repeat.

It's a story I know well, having done the same countless times with other items of clothing. What caught me up short was a comment from a South Carolina boy on the forum. I present it here.

>The 50 Mission Crush...

In my experience., almost anything that looks new when it is has been made to look old by someone. I read on a blog (Maxminimus:http://maxminimus.blogspot.com/ ) where the author was trying to "Get the Jos. Bank" out of his sportcoat, presumably, meaning he wanted it to look less off-the-rack and more "his". I have heard of all manner of aging processes applied to boat shoes, jeans ( before you paid $300 for someone else to do this) US Navy chambray shirts, etc. A fighter pilot taught me the phrase in the title. He also said the quickest way to achieve it was to remove the stiffener.


That boy do get around.

Toad

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Balmoral hat by Mackie of Scotland



Thanks to you, now I know what Santa is bringing me. I can't wait, how many days 'till then?


I just have time to get a haircut and shave, maybe lose a chin and empty a flask or two.


The new bonnet goes well with Ellie Stager's patch tweed scarf too.

Toad

Friday, October 22, 2010

My Winter Cap

As the weather turns, those of us a little thin on top reach for a hat of some sort to keep the little gray cells functioning. For as long as I can remember I've been a hat guy. There is some kind of easily folded chapeau deep in a pocket in each of my fall and winter jackets. My tastes are wide ranging, as I keep deer stalkers, Irish fishing caps, tams, and wool stocking caps within easy reach.

Last fall, I fell in love with this Balmoral, but felt that by the time I found who made it, ordered it, and had it shipped, the season would be over before I had a chance to enjoy it. So I waited.



The gods shined on me last week, and I got off my mcduff and finally ordered my own copy from the most helpful and attentive staff of Robert Mackie of Scotland. It arrived today, a full 5 days after ordering. I asked Mrs. T to wrap it up for Christmas.



I had a little trouble with the clan badge. I am not Scottish, and do not belong to a clan, save for an invitation from my daughter's father in law admitting me to theirs, which is tenuous at best. Many clan badges also signify a military or at least a warrior standard, and I'll not wear military decorations other those which I have been awarded, so the clan badge was out.

Choice 2 was to use a county badge of the old sod, a viable alternative but one that felt wrong for many of the same reasons.

Finally, I chose a badge I am entitled to wear. That of an US Air Force enlisted person.

Soon enough it will turn cold, I'll have my Scotch bonnet, mayhaps a little whisky flask and warm gray cells.

Toad