She’s unlined and perching precariously on a rice bowl overturned on a winebottle because I need some help. I like this shape- just a little prettier than a regular bucket hat and will offer a useful level of sun protection. This is Vintage Pattern Lending Library’s 1925 cloche View B. I made view A ages ago from hemp.
The back; I like the darts at the lower back of the crown. I like the double bands which lend themselves well to a contrast, but I’m a little concerned the stripey contrast ( leftovers from a Smooth Sailing Blouse which turned out well but I have yet to blog) looks more like the main fabric and the natural colored organic cotton (from Jean Ross Pants leftovers) looks like the accent.
See what I mean? When I put it on, from the viewer’s perspective it looks all stripes….
Fun little shape, though. I’m tempted to rip off the upper band and replace it with plain organic cotton. What do you think, from an aesthetic point of view? More plain, less stripe? I’m already planning to make another one from a Madras cotton to play with the cut and pattern. I’d like to make this one really great, since I know I’ll wear the heck out of it.
I could not resist the ensemble madras cotton shirts. This hat would lend itself well to this type of fabric.
While I’m begging for advice tell me- how can I tell my next-door neighbors that their recent habit of placing their rubbish in our bins pisses me off to no end and I won’t stand for it? We work very hard in our house to throw away as little as possible and so only get rid of a bag or two of trash a week.
For the past several weeks, I’ve noticed their rubbish in our bins. I’m sure because of the envelopes right on top (those could have been composted!), and the massive amounts of their yard clippings (seriously, we compost!) filling our bins each week when I put it out. They aren’t like us and probably think our little victory gardens out the back are weird when we could be cultivating a nice smooth lawn.
I know they’ve seen me taking blog photos on more than one occasion (come on, it looks really funny to an outsider), and I remember the open mouthed stares when I stepped out as Cleopatra. How should I approach this? Australians, I’m looking at you. They’re also about 15 years older and have three constantly running televisions. I’d rather gently convince them to compost and maybe recycle than scream at them like a drunken fishwife (though I’d kind of like to do that, too) but I have no idea how to approach it.
So there we have it. Hats and trash- you decide.