Pale and Interesting

The Vintage Hat Series: 1960s black cellophane straw lattice hatQuite a long time ago I decided that tans were not for me. For one thing, I found it extremely boring to lie in the sun carefully broiling each side like a pale jellyfish, and another, living in Australia made it a serious health hazard, what with holes in ozone layers and wicked burning rays. Of course, as a child and young teen I was as brown as a berry (as they say), simply from playing in the sunshine. But by the time I reached my mid-teens, I decided I would much rather be pale and interesting.

See more parasols on PinterestAt some point I conceived a passion for hats. I am not sure if this was serendipitous – coinciding with Australia’s first skin-cancer awareness campaign* – or if it was actually inspired by my loathing for sunscreen. It’s so gross and sticky, although I should hasten to add I do wear it when swimming. In Australia, however, a hat – unless it has a simply enormous brim – is not enough. I decided to revive the usage of parasols. My very first parasol was a Victorian-inspired calico and Battenberg lace affair that I bought nearly twenty years ago in Queensland. I still use it.

[the hat’s] resemblance to my lace parasol and its dubious ability to protect me from the sun is mildly amusing …

Last year I purchased on eBay a quaint 1960s black cellophane straw hat that is woven into a lattice pattern. I’d never seen anything like it before. Its resemblance to my lace parasol and its dubious ability to protect me from the sun is mildly amusing though. (If you act fast, here’s a similar hat on eBay from Cat’s Pajamas Vintage on sale right now). Unfortunately the hat arrived quite crushed in its box. It would have to be revived.

A different millinery seller had thoughtfully included an instruction sheet for the care of hats with another purchase.

Restoring straw hats

Poor, crushed hat

Brush off any dust with a soft brush. If you need to reshape the crown hold it upside down over steam and move it about for a couple minutes and then place it on a wig stand or stuff the crown with tissue or soft t-shirt material – never, never use newspaper because the ink will transfer. Let it cool and the shape will be restored.

The procedure is simple, but beware of burning your fingers. And the verdict? The shape of the hat has improved, but I do think it could do with another session in the sauna. I may have more luck using a kettle, with the steam coming out with more force, or else the problem lies in it being made from cellophane, rather than natural straw.

Getting my fingers burnedOn the first occasion I wore the hat to work, all the girls exclaimed in delight. In fact, I was so tickled by it when I saw an almost identical white version on eBay I had to buy that too. Just what I need: another holey hat for the summer sun.

For more information on hat care, visit Hat Shapers.

*Australia’s first skin-cancer awareness campaign slogan: “Slip, Slop, Slap – Slip on a t-shirt, slop on some sunscreen and slap on a hat.”

It’s Definitely Summer

APPARENTLY one swallow doesn’t make a summer. I have two here. And we definitely have summer here in Melbourne. It is a sweltering 33°C inside my apartment, and finally with nightfall the temperature has dropped to ‘only’ 36° outside.

These little stud earrings that I bought on eBay remind me of the swallow necklaces that were all the rage when I was quite young. I recall a school friend having a little enamel pendant swinging off a silver chain, although I’ve never seen anything like it in all my vintage trawling since. Probably if I did I would be disappointed – rose coloured glasses, after all, so these will have to suffice … Ice? Who said ice? Did I mention it’s hot out?

Just Horsing Around

The other day I went op-shopping with a friend, and amongst the haul I took home was this amusing little grey tee printed with a prancing horse and embellished with sequins. My friend found it on the rack first and deemed it bad. “No, it’s good bad,” I shook my head, and took it into the change room with me. “Plus, it’s 50% off which makes it $4.50.” I rarely wear t-shirts, but the gloriously silly pony immediately appeals to my sense of humour.

I also purchased this vintage early 80s pleated cotton beige skirt for $20. I always have a thing for pleats, although I wasn’t entirely sold on the midi length. I tried both pieces on together in the Salvos store. The outfit was “just so hipster,” we agreed.

Any long-term readers of this journal know that I have a penchant for jumping photoshoots, but this was one instance when things did not end so happily … Ooops, woah there girl. 

Aurora

Aurora is the Roman goddess of the dawn. She renews herself every morning, flying across the sky to announce the arrival of the sun. What a pretty notion.

Today dawns on a new year, and it’s time to renew oneself – maybe make a few shiny promises and resolutions for the year ahead. (And maybe one of them should be to make sure they last beyond January!)

Let’s be optimistic: here’s wishes for a great year (even if it occasionally slaps us in the face), and remember, as my friend Rapunzel is fond of saying: always look up. The sun is shining on 2013 – and you might catch a glimpse of Aurora flashing past.

Evening Star

The evening draws to a close, as does the old year. Once more I am inspired by the work of Alphonse Mucha, one of the most famous artists of the Art Nouveau movement. This lady of the evening sky lifts a lantern, but we’ll be celebrating with fireworks as 2012 ends with a bang (sorry, couldn’t resist that pun).

Thank you once more for supporting SNAP for 2013. I hope you all have a fabulous evening celebrating. Happy New Year, and see you in the morning!