The Work on the hat continues apace. A steady apace.
Thursday.
I complained to the lunch crowd that the Scarlett hat looks good full frontal but not so good in profile. I said I was thinking of getting some material covered wire. gluing ostrich feathers to it, and then spiraling from the edge to the crown, but then pulling the crown upward to give it more height.
How would YOU respond to that? Think a moment.
Because the lunch crowd and my husband six hours later all had the same response.Tim, my work husband, articulated it first.
“Are you going as Cindy Lou Who?”
I have looked for Dr. Seuss characters in hats, and none look like what I described. Still, I played with the Scarlett hat this morning and it just doesn’t work, even if Seussified.
Friday.
Supplies are being acquired. I suffered a blow when I realized most of the tutus are coming from China and won’t be here. Then I thought, hell, I can run a gather. However, I thought a little more about the look I wanted, and I want pleats. Internet advice was unanimous: tulle (tutu fabric) is for soft pleats, Silk Organza is for crisp pleats.
Saturday.
There is no silk organza to be had in the Saint Louis metro area. The man at Winston’s Sewing of St. Peters (formerly Winston’s Fabrics of Frontenac) kvetched with me over how people don’t sew anymore. He had no place to point me but the Internet, and you can’t feel the world wide web. (And, while JoAnns Fabrics is nearby, they only sell the inferior softly pleatable polyester organza.)
Screw it, I decided, I’ll just cover everything with feathers and paint. It will be stunning enough. So I bought loads of supplies at Hobby Lobby and JoAnns.
Who am I? I AM A PRETTY PRETTY PRINCESS.
A pretty princess in a Barbie Pink hat. Motherfucking Hat Haters. I’ll show you all!
5 responses to “Process on the Project du Jour”
I think by force of will, you will Bring Back Hats. And ya know, it doesn’t seem so bad.
The last time I wore a hat was when I was seven, with my new Easter frock.
I never knew anyone who had a wedding fancy enough to merit a hat, including myself.
I’m loving it all, but for those shiny pink roses. I trust you to prove me wrong, though!
I want to live next door to you. I want to come over and help you make pie monstrosities and towering Seussical hats.
Honestly, there comes a time when nothing about you (me) looks good in profile. This was something about which I was blissfully ignorant until we got our bathroom done with mirrors that can show me the back of my head (which is, incidentally, more flattering than the profile). Just something to keep in mind if the feathers and gluesticks (a combination made in hell, in my hands) don’t go as you hope.
Becs – Wilma just showed me that one of Mom’s friends gave me a hat FOR my wedding. I did make my own awkward headdress, though. Kristie – Aw! I’m questioning all the flowers, actually. We will see how it looks.Allison – Thats funny – when I was a kid the best thing was having a neighbor kid come over and play “Cook.” The “Cook” game was mixing together stuff from the pantry and seeing if it was edible. Once I puked. That’s why I remember “Cook.” Big Dot – Actually, I photographed the profile and it made me consider not wearing a hat, and instead shrinking into the ground. But then, I decided without the wattle I would look too sour and intimidating, like my paternal wattleless gramdmother.