It is a fact, sad or otherwise that these days I am follicly challenged.
I have perhaps grown too far upwards, experiencing the human equivalent of the tree line on mountains, above which hair will not grow.
Some suggest it is an excess of manliness…
Or shit genetics.
The fact remains that where once I was topped by a luxurious mane, of which many larger felines would have been proud…
I now sport nothing so much as a solar panel for a sex god.
And of course, said sparkling pate attracts more than its fair share of ultraviolet light leading me to a habit which, in my younger years I forswore readily but now I embrace with, if not total enthusiasm then at least a reluctant acceptance.
Namely the desporting of a hat. I am to be forever more be-chapeaued.
Here are a selection of the bonnets de jour that I have worn in the last several years.
So the question that occurs is which one should be in use for the Vet’s wedding later this year? Suits are being chosen and I know I will be made into a ‘Dapper Dad for the Day’ by the expedient of cunning highlighting and the use of innumerable distraction techniques.
But what of the top knot? What should be the winning entry?
I rather thought I’d sourced something suitable this last week but apparently something wasn’t quite right…
So good people, which would you recommend; your choices will of course be given fair consideration even if the final decision will lie with the Star Chamber namely the Vet and The Textiliste….