Back in the olden days if a lady wanted a new hat–she simply went down to the milliner’s–that’s someone who makes hats—and had one made–especially for her.
These days if you need a hat, you go to Target or some other playful place and see what you can find. It’s not quite the same as having something made especially for you but where would you go to find a milliner in this century anyway?
Well, from the looks of my sewing bag and my room—I’m about ready to hang a sign on the door with that very title on it. Or to be more easily understood by the general population, it would read: “Hatmaker.”
For some odd reason, since I found this “Flapper Hat” pattern last week, I can’t seem to stop making them.
Recently while cleaning out the closet, I found my beloved “Peaches and Cream” 100% Cotton thread stash. Something snapped…and the madness began.
It’s the perfect size project to haul around and work on any time…any where–doctor’s offices, track meets, while watching a movie or to pass the time while waiting to pick someone up from somewhere.
No matter how many other things were scrawled on the “to do” list–it was just so much more fun to make another hat.
Now, every time poor Lily walks past me, I’m yanking a hat down over her head–to make sure the size is working. It is. She’s a darn good sport–so far.
However, to be brutally honest, even Beckham wasn’t safe from the “let’s just see if this will fit…” fest. He was not a fan.
So–help me out here. Besides decking out my grandbabies–I need a new purpose for the irrational cap-making behavior.
Tell me which of the four–not yet claimed by a local baby—that you like the best.
That should do it.
Now I’m off to make more…more…more…