'No mum, please don't wear your hat' 'You will capture everyone's attention'. 'It's just too much!' 'You'll be the laughing stock of Rotterdam''. ;-)
Whenever I try to wear one of my hats, this is what happens. My hat always end up in the back of my closet, where it came from.
When I look back at my childhood in the late sixties and seventies, I remember my grandparents, aunts and uncles wearing a hat, when leaving the house. Partly for protection, but for decorative purposes as well. How I admired them. They looked so sophisticated.
I have fond memories too of one of my neighbours, a tall and well groomed gentleman in his eighties, who always tipped his hat whenever we met. I was in my early twenties at the time and just a girl, but this gesture made me feel like a lady.
Last week when at a dinner party, my friends and I got talking about hats. Having seen the films Carol and The Danish girl, in which some fine examples of stylish hats are worn. My friends and I came to the conclusion that we all have hats in our closet, but lack the confidence to actually wear them.
One of my friends and I made a pact. On our next visit to the cinema we would wear one of our hats.
When arriving home later that evening, she sent me a text, saying: 'It's always terribly windy at the Kop van Zuid......... (the part of town where the cinema is.)........' I replied: 'No excuses, let's do it!'
It's four more weeks before we go. Having second thoughts already...........she may be right, it is terribly windy at the Kop van Zuid indeed.
Are you into hats?
Enjoy your week!
* The old black and white photo's are by the Séeberger brothers
* The hats, gloves and jewellery are vintage finds.