sitting choosing a hat
Mar. 2nd, 2024 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pensnestI have become very sloppy and erratic about posting. And when Snowflake Challenge was running, I posted essentially nothing for it, mostly because I have nothing new to say about fandom and didn't want to say the same thing again.
So I thought I'd have a go at a few prompts for March, which I have compiled somewhat randomly. Feel free to borrow any that appeal to you!
Today: Hats. Yea?
Oh, hats definitely yea. I am disappointed that more people do not wear more hats more often. One at a time, obviously, but, yea.
My grandma would not go out of the house without a hat on, not even into the back garden. During the run-up to my sister's grand wedding at St Paul's, grandma and I went to the local mad hatter's little shop in a basement along the Old High Street, and had hats custom made for ourselves. Which was very enjoyable, and something I recommend. I still have mine, a magenta one with navy trim and a large lily-esque flower. Not sure I should wear magenta, mind, but it's a fabulous colour.
I wear a hat when I go out, generally speaking. I have several. A black squishy cloth one and its dark red counterpart, and a purple squishy felt one with its soft, dark pink counterpart. I have a crocheted black hat with brown trim which doesn't look like much, and yet twice now, complete strangers have complimented me on it and asked where I got it. (Sadly, I don't remember. If I did, I should go back and get more.)
As well as the magenta and navy wedding hat, I have a black straw hat with splendid feather decoration and a broad brim. Needs a hatpin to secure it. I wore it to my father's funeral, but not since. It would be wrong to wear a hat of such fabulousness to the wedding of someone who is not my own child, I feel (unless I get invited to a royal wedding, I guess), as one should not outshine the Mother of the Bride, and one cannot rely on the MotB getting her fabulous hat-on. (One of the reasons—probably the main reason—why I like watching royal weddings is to see what people wear, and critique the hats, One can rely on there being a reasonable number of hats at a royal wedding.)
I have a large, black, faux-fur hat, which is fun and a bit too flabby to be posh. I have recently acquired a dark beige summer had with a darker lining to the broad brim. I've discovered that the hats for me generally need to have a fairly strong-coloured brim, because a white brim does me no favours at all. I do have a small collection of berets, but they, like the fur hat, are tucked away at the moment while we wait, apparently for ever, for our front door to be finished and thus to re-gain access to the downstairs wardrobe area. Grump. I have a hat habit. I cannot bear to pass a hat stall. I think I shall have to acquire teal and perhaps brown versions of the hat that I already have in pink and purple. Ooh, maybe next weekend! Strong likelihood of hat stall next weekend!
Hats look good on me. So often, people who compliment me on the hat I'm wearing assure me that they do not look good in hats. I do not believe this. I think the difference between looking good in a hat and not looking good in a hat is basically the self-belief that one looks good in hats, or lack of it. Hats are awesome.
So I thought I'd have a go at a few prompts for March, which I have compiled somewhat randomly. Feel free to borrow any that appeal to you!
Today: Hats. Yea?
Oh, hats definitely yea. I am disappointed that more people do not wear more hats more often. One at a time, obviously, but, yea.
My grandma would not go out of the house without a hat on, not even into the back garden. During the run-up to my sister's grand wedding at St Paul's, grandma and I went to the local mad hatter's little shop in a basement along the Old High Street, and had hats custom made for ourselves. Which was very enjoyable, and something I recommend. I still have mine, a magenta one with navy trim and a large lily-esque flower. Not sure I should wear magenta, mind, but it's a fabulous colour.
I wear a hat when I go out, generally speaking. I have several. A black squishy cloth one and its dark red counterpart, and a purple squishy felt one with its soft, dark pink counterpart. I have a crocheted black hat with brown trim which doesn't look like much, and yet twice now, complete strangers have complimented me on it and asked where I got it. (Sadly, I don't remember. If I did, I should go back and get more.)
As well as the magenta and navy wedding hat, I have a black straw hat with splendid feather decoration and a broad brim. Needs a hatpin to secure it. I wore it to my father's funeral, but not since. It would be wrong to wear a hat of such fabulousness to the wedding of someone who is not my own child, I feel (unless I get invited to a royal wedding, I guess), as one should not outshine the Mother of the Bride, and one cannot rely on the MotB getting her fabulous hat-on. (One of the reasons—probably the main reason—why I like watching royal weddings is to see what people wear, and critique the hats, One can rely on there being a reasonable number of hats at a royal wedding.)
I have a large, black, faux-fur hat, which is fun and a bit too flabby to be posh. I have recently acquired a dark beige summer had with a darker lining to the broad brim. I've discovered that the hats for me generally need to have a fairly strong-coloured brim, because a white brim does me no favours at all. I do have a small collection of berets, but they, like the fur hat, are tucked away at the moment while we wait, apparently for ever, for our front door to be finished and thus to re-gain access to the downstairs wardrobe area. Grump. I have a hat habit. I cannot bear to pass a hat stall. I think I shall have to acquire teal and perhaps brown versions of the hat that I already have in pink and purple. Ooh, maybe next weekend! Strong likelihood of hat stall next weekend!
Hats look good on me. So often, people who compliment me on the hat I'm wearing assure me that they do not look good in hats. I do not believe this. I think the difference between looking good in a hat and not looking good in a hat is basically the self-belief that one looks good in hats, or lack of it. Hats are awesome.