I love hats. I guess this trait might be contributed to some long lost British gene hidden away in my D.N.A. but mostly I think it is related to my love, love,love of old movies. I just can't get enough of them and I love to study the costumes and sets almost as much as watching the acting. I have always had a hat collection but about ten years ago I decided to liquidate some items so I sold all of them except for a select few. I regretted it from the minute the first hat sold. I have since then tried to pick up a few that strike my fancy along the way. These are just a few that are currently in my stash.
I picked up this little black number at the last flea market. It was in it's original box and is a Schiaparelli, made in Paris. The little beige straw number with the brown ribbon is also this brand. They are exquisitely made and have a very different aesthetic than the American made hats. That doesn't mean I love them more, they just have a certain cache that is unique to their origins. The white hat with the flowers and veil has my favorite label. It is a Sears and Roebucks hat "proudly made in the U.S.A. in a union shop."
The hat to the right is also a new acquisition. I got it at the ladies hospital auxiliary thrift shop. It is in really mint condition and when it is on it looks very much like the hat Julia Robert's wore to the polo match in "Pretty Woman". I remember as a child getting hats at Easter time. They always had little elastics that you wore under your chin and would inevitably snap you in the face before the day was over. I wish I had one of those hats today. I wear hats now: ball caps when I am roughing it, Stormy Kromer's when the snow is flying and even an occasional straw hat in the Summer but I never attend the kind of events that would allow me to wear a beautiful dress hat. Maybe I should try to expand my social circle or just go rogue and wear a great hat no matter what the event. I could become the crazy hat lady. I suppose their are worse vices.
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