Let's talk about hats

'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 ends 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!

Love,

Madelief x



* The old black and white photo's are by the Séeberger brothers

* The hats, gloves and jewellery are vintage finds.