So, I had to “bring out the girls”. That’s what I call my vintage hat collection. My parade of lovely ladies from bygone times were happy to oblige seeing as how they don’t get out much these days. Hats of their kind are something of an anomaly in this contemporary age of t-shirts, ball caps, and clown-colored hair dyes. I attract more attention wearing a 1940’s felted, feathered, and netted beret in the public square, than any of the plethora of young women I see these days trotting about with frizzed out hair, clipped, shaved, and dread-locked in shades of fire-engine red, lime green, or bleach/black stripes.
Yes, I am only too happy to share my musings about returning to feminine loveliness, beauty and woman hood, if only to encourage myself as I recall the days of a more genteel society, civil discourse, and truly feminine fashions.
How many of you recall your own childhood where white gloves and hats were a necessary accessory to a complete wardrobe. I do! I do! Mother made me and I loved her for it. I felt so elegant and grown-up when we “dressed” for church on Sundays in our best array. Apparently, a number of the ladies present at the aforementioned banquet remembered, too, and thoroughly enjoyed stirring up their fashion memories as they took in my display.
NOTE: The drawing above of the crown of thorns and a floral wreath has hung in my bedroom for many years. I bought it from a lovely Christian artist man and wife who sketched some of the most amazing representations of Scripture, often listing the Scripture references that inspired their work. I met them at a long ago ladies’ retreat in New England and do not know who they are. The drawing came into my life during a turbulent time. The Lord ministered to my heart in a very deep and personal way through this artist’s rendering of such a powerful and life transforming truth. I pray it has blessed my readers today – and for the hand that sketched it back in the late 1990’s.