Ta da! In San Francisco, looking youthful. Not a baseball cap.
In person, my husband is what used to be called a hail fellow well met: known to be hearty, friendly and congenial. A guy’s guy. Or, what Dave Barry calls “a guy.”
My husband is a private person, though, who eschews social media. He has no idea why anyone would be interested in the daily minutiae and doings of his life, “and I am sure as shit not interested in the minutiae of other people’s lives.”
Yes. I quote. So you can see why the concept of a selfie puzzles him.
“Why?” he asks. “Why would anyone post a zillion photos of themselves in a public forum?”
Yes, many people ask that burning question. I don’t post a lot of selfies, either. Sometimes when I see repeated selfies, beautifully posed, it’s feels like the poser is screaming “me! me! MEEE!” Not always. But sometimes. Other times I really like to see a selfie. Like when it’s with pets or kids or friends or doing something way fun. Or if my friend has just had a makeover. Or finished a 10K. When there’s a little bit of a story.
And then, there’s the aging thing. Of course, neither Michael nor I are the same adorable young people we were in our 1972 wedding pictures, but do we really want to be reminded of that in perpetuity? For all those reasons and more, he asked me not to post his photo. I was good with that–his choice.
But then we were wandering around San Francisco last weekend and ended up in Gooorin Brothers hat shop. Established in 1895, it calls itself a “Bold Hatmaker.” I’d suggested that Michael might doff his usual baseball cap (or he wears no hat at all) and replace it with something more stylin’ for our May trip to Portugal. To my surprise, he agreed. As I have learned, best to strike while the iron is hot.
Our sales clerk, Georgie was a big help as we weighed one style against another. Michael ended up with two hats and he looked dashing in both. I sent photos of him in them to our sisters: sister in love and sister of my soul. They approved. Done deal. Yes, this is how we have to do things when loved ones are across the country: we text photos.
Once that was done, he agreed that I could post them. Again, striking while the iron is hot–less than 48 hours after he agreed, voila!
Not a Panama, but Panama style. A more mature look.
Male pattern baldness runs on the maternal side of M’s family and while his brother has a way full head of hair, M got the other gene. So he shaves most of what’s left and fortunately for him, it is a contemporary look. And of course, he’s absolutely adorable with or without hair.
But with hat? He’s stylin’ on a different level. He looks great, don’t you agree? I like the top look best, although he prefers to wear that hat the other way with the brim in front. I like it backwards. The Panama style is a great summer look, too.
And don’t forget the other advantage of hats: