The Loveliness of Vintage Hats

Vintage hats were the first things that I collected. I inherited a black 40s hat with a diamond/pearl studded wing from my friend Janet. The camp we were attending was using it as a skit - but I wanted to wear it. In the 70s, no one wore hats. To me, they represented glamour and sophistication.

I am still obsessed. I buy them at flea markets, garage sales, antique malls. Sometimes I wear them - and other times I just can't resist their unique styles and shapes. They are like pieces of art. We have a line of vintage hats and fedoras (that we wear) on our bedroom wall.

These are a few of my favorites, and I try to find reasons to wear them in public.

Of course, I'm happy to have married a man who looks handsome in a fedora. He has quite a collection of those as well!

Perhaps they remind me of Audrey Hepburn, my favorite actress of the era. Here she is, looking fabulous in hats of several eras:

Someday, maybe hats will be back in fashion. Or, I may have to move to England!

Comments

Unknown said…

I LOVE hats too! Your collection is amazing! I just started with a women's fedora so I have a ways to go on collecting. But I agree they are such lil pieces of art! xox

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July 11, 2012 at 10:09 AM

Jamie Janosz said…

Thanks, Bunny. Love your blog as well! You look like you've been posting for a long time - very sharp and great articles.

July 11, 2012 at 6:54 PM

StevieD said…

I had a couple fedoras back in college, and I think a couple cabby caps. Now it's pretty much just my Domino's cap I wear...I may need to start finding hats again.

July 12, 2012 at 10:51 AM

Tova Friedman said…

First of all, your collection is FAB. I am absolutely OBSESSED with vintage hats, and started selling them locally to friends and on Etsy to fuel my own addiction. I live in NYC and walk down Broadway all the time wearing the pieces from my own collection, and usually get a lot of stares-- but the good kind! Props to you on keeping these gorgeous hats on the streets in this day and age!!

xxx

Tova

July 12, 2012 at 1:40 PM

Jamie Janosz said…

Steve - I'm sure you rock the Domino's cap :-). Thanks for stopping by, Tova! I'd love to see your collection. Do you have a blog?

July 12, 2012 at 2:02 PM

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