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| Fashion in France 1908 |
In my book The Price of Deception, I had a few passages about hats.
I also mentioned that his mother became overly excited when her daughter-in-law brought a gift back from Paris.
I often ponder about how large hats must have messed up women’s hair when they took them off, or how in the world a man ever ducked underneath a large brimmed hat to steal a kiss without getting popped in the nose. Perhaps hats were a tactic of propriety to keep men away from the lips of women during certain eras. A hat like the one to the right reminds me of blinders on a horse so a woman’s eyes wouldn’t wander where they shouldn’t. My mother was born in 1912, so she grew up in an era of hats. I remember even in the 50’s the little pill-box hats she would wear with netting over her eyes. In fact, I still have two of her old square hat boxes. I frankly cannot remember the last time I saw a woman where I live wear a hat, unless it was a brave one on Easter Sunday morning in church.
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| Credit: Mark Cuthbert/UK Press/Abaca |
In contrast to our practice in the United States, I’m very happy that the British monarchy and women of the realm have kept the hat alive and well. Half the fun for me during some important British occasion, is to check out the variety of hats worn by the aristocracy. Kate Middleton was named “Hat Person of the Year” in 2012 by The Headwear Association. You must admit, she wears hats very well. Kate even works with her milliner to help design the hats she wears.
As authors of historical romance, we probably write more about the love affairs of rogues, knights, or men in kilts than we do about the love of fashionable hats. Even though I see a lot of romance covers with men in britches, boots, and naked chests, along with women in low necklines and dresses with low backs, I rarely see one on the cover of a book donning a hat. Why is that? I think all of period clothing, including what has perched upon the head of a woman, is part of the wonder of long ago love and the stories we tell. After all, fashion makes the woman, doesn’t it? (As I look at my jeans and tee-shirt, I realize I need help.)
Fondly,
Vicki
Tidbit: Do you know where the term “mad as a hatter” came from? The process of making felt involved toxic mercury that drove hat makers to madness. (From The Hat Museum – Portland, Oregon)
