Vintage Hat Fabulousness

The blue feather....sounds like a bar....
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WARNING: Not intended for viewers who don't like to laugh...at me. *GRIN*

I specialize in vintage jewelry. Seriously. But I cannot help myself when it comes to vintage hats. Some of them are SO over the top you just have to put them on your head - and then pose with a silly grin. People tell me all the time that I am too serious - well, NOT IN THIS POST! Yes, I did "strike a pose", try on some amazing vintage hats, and really - when I look back at these photos I must say I see a twinkle in my eyes. I HAD FUN. Enjoy!

Who knew wedding cakes looked good on your head?

Beehives re-interpreted.

Sometimes words just fail me.

Baby blue ostrich feathers and curly q's - really liked this one!

With this thought, I close....

"Few women have ever been able to resist the temptation to try on a hat and discover in the mirror a person they never suspected was there." - Unknown

Country Road Take Me Home....

So much has happened since my last post! I can't believe 2 months have flown by! Seems the older I get, the more true this becomes. I so wish I could slow my life down, but it seems someone pressed the "fast forward" button on my life about the time I turned 30 and it hasn't slowed down. Lately I have even begun wondering if life would seem more relaxed and liveable if Darby and I were to move to some teeny tiny town in the middle of some mountains.

With a stream running right through the center of town. And an old fashioned atmosphere where folks still speak to one another, and you have Fall Festivals and Oktoberfests and a good old fashioned Christmas celebration. Sure, we have a tree lighting and Christmas parade right here in Raleigh. But it somehow feels hollow to me. Surrounded by a bunch of people I don't know in the midst of a big downtown just doesn't do much for my holiday spirit. Maybe I am just a country girl at heart, though if push came to shove I am not sure I could actually live in a small town. I fear I have grown too accustomed to the conveniences of city living. But sometimes - when we are driving thru the VA mountains and we go thru a picturesque little mountain town with handmade signs for fresh apple cider, and people smile and wave at you, a little quiet part of my soul feels a very odd tug. How do you ever know if you are in the right place? It's a strange little mental cycle I go thru from time to time....usually triggered by a relaxing little drive thru the VA mountains. Hmmmm....