It was an unseasonably warm afternoon as the late slanting rays of Spring sun diffused through the tent walls, fingering the hat as it sat perched on a dresser.
It was a delectable concoction of ivory sinamay, trimmed with satin, a full blown white rose, and feather tips. The whole was perched in calculated grace behind the hat's brim, which turned up in front at the exact angle to blend demure with coyness.
She remembered the day that hat had been given to her, in a wonderfully small and cramped Milliner's shop on Main Street in historic Ferndale. She was driving up the Northern California coast with her Grampy. They had stopped there and he told her to pick out any hat she liked. It was a seldom in a lifetime little moment of fairytale wishes come true happiness that is often shared by Grandfathers and their grand girls - at least, the best kind that know how to do things right. The hat was sitting amongst dozens of others, but they both know it was the one.
When the trip was over, she had worn that hat on the flight home, right through security and the stares of strangers and to her seat. People watching was even more delicious from under the brim of that cover - conversations were started by grandmothers who remembered the old days when hat wearing was an art. Elderly gentleman smiled appreciatively.
Now, years later, there it sat as the sun dappled walls waved gently and tulle swirled across the worktable in massive folds. She was spreading and smoothing it into place, pinning and gathering as the tulle slowly took shape.
She took the hat up and it seemed to hold the essence of something she had been trying to grasp;
Don't be afraid. Live fearlessly, live beautifully, and it will all come to pass.
This outfit is a little puzzling. To me, it has whispers of a Spanish Doña swirled together with a lavish helping of Alice in Wonderland. I think it's the shape of the hat and the vaquero-like turn of the scarf.
It really doesn't make sense together, but I'm having fun with the possibilities.
Sometimes it doesn't have to make sense. At times, it's through the bewildering that we must carve our path of sanity.
Tulle Skirt // Kellie Falconer Design
Hat // Toucan Collection - New York
Cardigan // Tulle
Aqua scarf // Fabric.com
vintage belt + heels // thrifted