SEEN ON THE 1 TRAIN: a woman in her seventies, more or less, in a hat that gave new meaning to the word haberdashery (from the Old Norse, meaning “peddler’s wares,” FYI). It was shaped like one of those men’s astrakhan jobs but instead of Persian lamb it was made of horizontally stitched vintage ties: foulards, paisleys, stripes. It announced that she doesn’t mind being stared at—indeed, wants to be stared at—and that she has some interesting ideas about self-adornment that have nothing to do with what everyone else is wearing. What a happy thing to do with unworn or worn-out ties (I have observed that some men. as touchingly vulnerable to fashion frippery as women, collect neckwear to excess).