People often ask me how
I began to make hats. It all began with an obsession for recreating
a gentler time
gone by when beauty lived in our everyday lives. At 19 I bought
my first hand made hat and forced myself to find the courage
to wear it. I was amazed at the reaction.
Busy people stopped to smile or offer a friendly, "NIce Hat!" and
strangers held doors open for me. I was hooked. As my hat habit
grew it became apparent that I was either going to have to win
the lottery or learn to make them myself. Well, I never did win
the lottery, but I now have enough hats to fill a museum, a wonderful,
woodworker husband, and a beautiful mischievious four year old
son who believes that Mommy and Daddy make everything.
