Yesterday I wore my pillbox hat from Sur La Tete, along with my vintage black
gloves (belonged to my grandmother), my black flats, and my professional-looking blue
dress from Coldwater Creek
. . . Let's just say the elderly enjoyed my look while the middle-age construction
worked along Van-Ness looked at me as if I was the Mad Hatter. . . 

 
 
Maybe I'm a bit of a perfectionist or maybe I'm in one of my snarky moods, but when it comes to vintage hats
I think they need to be worn correctly.
Or perhaps it has to do with what certain traits in a guy that could make me swoon . . .
(One - blue or green eyes, two - glasses, and three - an old fashioned fedora with a matching suit.)
But anyways, here's my list of fedora failures and pillbox pleasures!
*THESE ARE JUST MY OPINIONS AND SNARKY COMMENTS*
*PLEASE TAKE NO OFFENSE, I'M JUST BEING GOOFY*

 
 
What's not to love?
I have said it on Polyvore, and I will say it again:
Who say a man cannot be a women's style inspiration?

I mean - heck - I own blazers and a fedora (as well as many of his songs) because of ol' blue eyes right here!

 
 
A few days ago I was looking through scanned photographs of my family members before they became my grandmothers, great-aunts, great-grandmothers, ect.