This is one of those “fluff” posts I love to write when I find something that just tickles me to death.
Augusta Auctions is a vintage/antique textile seller that always has tons of gorgeous stuff up for grabs. I drool over their gowns all the time! However, in their October 25th catalogue, it wasn’t the gowns that caught my eye, but something else entirely.
This latest sale has a superb selection of super-sassy hats and bonnets!
There are plenty of totally fab-o 1880s and 1890s hats with to-die-for trimmings:
Feast your eyes on all that glorious texture! Mmmmmmm…..
1950s and 1960s class and quirk:
Bill Cunningham hat, 1950s
Bill Cunningham Beach Hat, circa 1960
I’ve fondly dubbed this the “Rooster Explosion” hat. I need it. I have the hat basket to make it…
There are also some low-key-cool 1920s hats (with model heads that seemed a little embarrassed to be listed next to the Rooster Explosion) that would fit right in on the later seasons of Downton Abbey:
Two Cloches, circa 1920
So tight lipped! Grandma’s hat mannequins do not approve!
Going back even further, you’ll find the same bedroom-eyed gals modelling another pair of hats, this time from around 1915:
Pair of Blue velvet hats, circa 1915
Matching your eyeshadow to your hat: yay or nay?
And while all those hats are glorious and some are even grand, they are still not what caught my eye when I was scrolling through the online auction catalogue! It was not the stunning straw weaving or the elegant embroidery or even the Rooster Explosion that spurred me to revive my blog after months of total silence. It wasn’t even the sourpuss Bouvier Sisters display heads that made my day.
It was this face that suddenly flashed onto my screen and into my heart:
BEHOLD! Nellie Mae, the antique wax hat model with No Hecks Left to Give!
This is the orange, waxy visage of a Victorian woman who just cannot process the utter hogwash she just heard and is giving you Ye Olde Internal Eyeroll.
These are the tired eyes of a Victorian woman watching a modern “historical drama” where everyone is complaining about corsets, there isn’t a hairpin in sight, and NONE of the women are wearing hats, but since she was sculpted without hands, she is cruelly denied the ability to facepalm.
This is the expression every woman wears when she’s seen everything, done everything, and had it up to HERE with all that heckin’ ballyhoo, giving that curt little smile every woman knows is reserved for those times where you have to be polite but, golly you just wanna be left alone/punch someone!
Is she angry? Is she sad? Is she happy? NO! After 100 years, she has transcended the realm of emotion to the blissful plane of blasé ennui.
Nellie Mae is that friend that’s all sweet tea, quiet conversation, and floral arrangements until you push her just a little too hard and BAM! The Southerners can hear the “Bless your precious little heart” that’s waiting just behind those pert little lips.
Nellie Mae: My new Hat Heroine!
I love her so much! She’s got so much personality and, dang, she has great taste in hats! ;)
The rest of the auction catalogue can be viewed here (there’s a pair of 1920s marabou robes that you simply MUST see!).