Le Petite Museum de Chapeau

The Little Hat Museum had lived in her powder room for several years,
but there were few photos until today.

She stood with one foot on the toilet and braced the other on the edge of the tub, while the large white Borzoi tried to make room on the very limited floor to lie down. More than once she wished to borrow one of Tara's "real" cameras. The little point and shoot had its limitations.
She noticed the ribbons on the tiny Victorian hats needed dusting. These three treasures were found in a New Hampshire antique shop . It had been explained that all belonged to the same, obviously small, lady. There had never been a thought to purchase only one. They would remain together as long as they were on her watch. Twenty years later, they have lived in at least a dozen houses.

She saved her Most Worn / Most Traveled / Most Favorite for last. The wide brimmed Kaminski on the right has shielded her skin from the sun while :

- Paddling a canoe down the Mopan River in Belize
- Sipping tea beside the rose lined clay tennis courts in Monte Carlo
- Strolling the grounds of the Getty Museum in Malibu
- Picnicing with her children, grandchildren & mother at parents weekend in Hunt, Texas
- Sailing around the remote Los Roques Islands - off the coast of Venezuela
- Walking that large white Borzoi around the neighborhood

Her husband looks at the shabby frayed edges and begs her to get a new hat.
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Is he crazy ??

That hat is just like me.
A bit frayed -
but, just getting good ... . . with many miles left.



photos copyright Judith Thibaut