Ah My Dear Forty Rod -
I would LOVE to wear a Derby. Especially with a feather.
However, the Habidasher police (in the form of She Who Must Be Obeyed) objects strenuously. And the objection comes in the worst of all possible forms: the Spousal Laugh Test. If any hat fails the Spousal Laugh Test it must never darken my scalp again.
I once tried a Derby in the presence of My Lovely Spousal Unit. First the smile, then the giggle. I raised my eyebrows in query, and she roared out loud. I tried my "oh,poor me, but I like it" face and she began to collapse on the floor in an attack of laughter spasms!
after several days when she regained her composure and was able to look me in the face without bursting out laughing She explained that I looked like a reincarnation of Stan Laurel doing his comedy bit with his derby ...
but you wear it soooooooo well.
your derbyless servant
prof marvel