...and other styles about which I will no doubt be corrected.
After wrapping up business and the last portions (fragments for me) of the recharging effects of the tropics, the flight home to New England will be met with mixed emotions. In a recent post's comment section, a certain southern gentleman made mention of a hat pictured in one of the photos. I needed little excuse at all to return to the hat shop to procure one.
The preference was stated, and the supply was bountiful.
I picked out the one that matched the order.
His band selection was a good choice: solid black.
It was tightened and measured.
Fitted and pinned.
Pleated.
Seated.
Heated.
Treated.
Boxed and Shipped. It will reach the Continental US before I will. I hope it fits.
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A day later...
Seems that it does. No gamble for ADG.
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Then, at the last minute, I couldn't resist getting one for myself, with a band to match Jr.'s.
In the background, the first hat is ready, while mine is being measured for its band.
Mine in the foreground, Jr.'s smaller one behind.
$60 seemed reasonable, especially because I had spent $0 the preceding weeks, and it was the least expensive one there in my size. Luckily, my taste for small brims was rewarded, because the brim diameter is directly correlated to price: smaller brim, cheaper hat.
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Then, I got a tour of the other hats...
This one costs $6000... unfathomable to a Yankee.
I was then shown the $1000 hats. Still, way beyond my tolerance, but beautiful at close examination. I held my $60 hat next to it (mine is on the right) and you can see the difference in weave. My hostess then held it a foot above my hands and dropped it to me. It floated down like a silk scarf or a plastic shopping bag. It was as light as a feather... and a surreal moment.
A closer shot:
"It takes over six months to make." Judging by the impressively delicate hand weave, I'd say that is a generous production estimate. Again, $1000 on the left and $60 on the right.
I'll be flying home soon, and sadly, the hat will have to wait until next summer to be brought out... just sitting on the shelf, reminding me about the grinding winter that will be yoking me soon enough. I can at least get some miles under its grosgrain band for now.
