Hats for the Four Seasons
National Hat Day is coming up on January 15th, so I thought I’d inspire you to participate by showing some vintage hats. I picked them up at different antique shops back in the 90s, and one day I realized that I had one for each season.
I think they are from the 1950s. I wish hats like this were still in style, but then, thinking about having to get my hair “done” in the style that complements the hats is a little daunting. At least the hats look pretty hung on the wall!
these are gorgeous! I especially love the red velvet hat, do you know what year it might be from?
I am guessing the late 1950s, just because it looks like something that would be on the “I Love Lucy” show, but I don’t know for sure. There aren’t labels in any of the hats – if there were it would help with research on them!
The hats look amazing . . . but I spent all my time trying to get a better look at the textile they were sitting on! 😉
I gave it its own post today! I don’t wear things like that since I’m usually just working outside, but it does make a great backdrop!
It was so cool to read the post about it!
Happy hat day!
A tip of my cowboy hat to you! 🙂
I love hats, but I never wear them. I don’t own any – not even a hat for snow. But your post brought back some fun memories. Growing up, our neighbors were Catholic. Every now and then, their daughter (my best friend) would invite me to Sunday church. Of course, back then, if I went, I had to wear a hat. She always loaned me one of hers, and it was always “The perfect hat for spring – yellow straw trimmed with flowers.” I always felt so special in that hat, and instead of clodding around like the tomboy I was, I behaved like a perfect lady in church – in that hat. 🙂
Isn’t it nice you have special memories of that hat! I wonder, if you had had to wear a hat all the time, would your tomboy tendencies have found expression in spite of it?
You made me remember, when I was about four, I had a beautiful white dress to wear to church, with a little drawstring bag and a parasol to go with it! I loved them and felt like a lady, but then my little brother did something I didn’t like, and I hit him with the parasol, in church! I never got to carry that parasol again…