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f1sh-mage · 11 days
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flower pot hat, made by me!
wool felt, ribbon and folly foam
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justineportraits · 5 months
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Louise Catherine Breslau The Milliners 1899
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chicinsilk · 1 month
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Brigitte Bardot photographed by milliner Jean Barhet. The actress is wearing here a little pink Vichy dress and a straw hat by Jean Barthet of course. Vogue Paris 1961.
Brigitte Bardot photographiée par le modiste Jean Barhet. L'actrice porte ici une petite robe Vichy rose et un chapeau de paille de Jean Barthet bien entendu. Vogue Paris 1961.
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dozydawn · 7 months
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themuseumlady · 3 months
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Mad Hatters Disease
an exciting tidbit found while putting together the textile handling/display policy for my museum - Until 1941, mercury (or more specifically mercuric nitrate) was used by milliners (makers of womens hats) to stiffen rabbit and beaver fur into felt.
As milliners worked in often poorly-ventilated rooms, such prolonged exposure of mercury vapors lead to chronic mercury poisoning, dubbed "Mad Hatters Disease". Some symptoms included tremors, headaches, insomnia, emotional instability, and psychosis including hallucinations.
Because this illness was so common among Milliners, the phrase "Mad as a Hatter" was created!
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jakecapturedthis · 5 months
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A bastard's bastard. pt 2
Lillian looked at the hair in her hands. Four days after the incident and her body had stopped withering. Not quite a walking corpse, but certainly nothing that would walk in public and not cause notice. Her hair, her beautiful dark auburn hair, had continued to wither away until it became brittle and thin. Now it was the hair of an old woman standing on the edge of her grave. The nuns at school had alternately praised her for her luck and admonished her not to give into the vanity that was the sin of all women. If they could see her now, holding handfuls of faded dried up weeds.  
A knock at the door made her cry out in alarm, "No! Don't come in!" She didn't want to see anyone until she could come to terms with what she was. But someone entered anyway.
"Mother," Lillia whispered, suddenly wishing to cry. Instead, she covered her drawn and sunken face behind knobby hands. "Don't look at me!"
Catherine Rosselini came to her daughter with soothing sounds of comfort. "Oh sweetheart, don't hide from me. You're as beautiful now as you were when you were born."
Lillian choked on her mother’s good humor and obvious lie. "Newborns are ugly."
"Not to their mothers." Catherine laughed, not hesitating to put her arms around her daughter, holding the cold and stiff body tight. Desperately needing the comfort, Lillian returned the embrace still feeling tears that wouldn't fall.  Could she still cry in this state, or would she always feel stuck not being able to purge what was in her heart?
"What do I do now?" she whispered into her mother’s shoulder, only just now realizing she was dressed for a formal evening. Count Rossellini was hosting his own descendants tonight at the family gathering, an invitation that Catherine had coveted more than anything, finally getting to mingle with the greatest of her relations.  Lillian backed away hastily, less her changed countenance somehow stain the dress.  She felt filthy in this condition, still smelling the canal water that had flooded that pit and wondered if, like her missing tears, if she’d ever feel clean again.
"You put on the dress I brought you and you hold your head up high and you remind everyone that you have been triply blessed this year. And when that poor excuse of a father of yours hosts the Milliners at the end of the week as the youngest family, you'll attend that one too and remind every one of those ignorant Yankees exactly what you bring to the table."
"Why'd you do it?"
"Do what, honey?"
"Sleep with dad if you hate him so much?"
Catherine looked thoughtful, smoothing back the thin scant wisps of hair that still graced Lillian’s head. "Because it was the price of my independence, darling. And besides, it brought me you and your little brothers and I didn't have to chain myself to some fat lugard of a man for the rest of my life. You," she kissed Lillian's cheek. "Were entirely worth putting up with that dithering ass. And this," she kissed Lillian's other cheek. "Has made every insult worth it. My precious daughter given the Kiss just hours after the Milliners were formally included in the family. By one of the elders no less. It is very possible you are closer in blood to Uncle Ambrogino than you are to your father!"
The way her mother laughed, it was clearly the crow of triumph.  It was apparently a mark of status to have a close family be….whatever she was now.  Whatever status Catherine had gained by having Old Man Milliner’s bastards had somehow increased by her literal falling in with Mathias. 
"How...how did you know to send me there? To the well? How did you know there'd be family there?"  Lillian tried to forget the screams of the people they pushed in - Frances’ wife and all his descendants, by blood or by marriage, that had refused to bend a knee to the horror that was the Giovanni.  It was Frances’ proof of loyalty, that everyone walking would be bound, one way or another, to the family business.  She had already heard the servants gossiping on the haggling being done over the newly widowed and who would take them of Frances’ hands.
Again that thoughtful look as if Catherine was considering the events and if the story could be told. "My uncle married outside of the family. She was an only child, an heiress to use the old fashion term, so it was permitted.  There wouldn't be anyone to challenge the inheritance or any of her own family she could run to if she....discovered any of the family business. It was eventually discovered she had been having an affair. He couldn't divorce her and risk losing any of the estate, or her taking the one child he knew for sure was his, so he demanded that Count Rossellini do something. And so he did. My uncle's wife, her lover, and their children were all pushed into the well. We were all brought to watch as a reminder that one doesn't betray the family."
It was said so casually that Lillian felt colder than she had been, staring at her mother in something akin to shock.  “And…and no one thought her death suspicious?”
“It's easy to fake a drowning death in Venice, my dear.  What was left of the bodies showed up in the lagoon eventually.  A boat accident was to blame.”
"Did you...expect this to happen to me?"  Lillian pressed withered hands to her sunken cheeks.
"Absolutely not! Nothing from that pit has ever created a childe, not by any family story I've ever heard. I sent you to follow our cousins because I wanted you to know that there were resources here that you could make use of. If you needed them."
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professorpski · 2 years
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Threads, Fall 2022
 This article has a good range of topics from making use of quilts to replicating a vintage collar to fitting and embellishments. The cover story by Judith Neukam on quilted jackets ponders re-using a vintage quilt as well as collaging with new fabric scraps. Related to this accidentally is the article by Lindsay Ostlie who offers a zero-waste blouse which you see here in brown with cut-on dolman sleeves and the fabric selvedges used as trim along the buttoned opening. Now, if all the dressmakers could get together with the quiltmakers, I think we could put to good use all those fabric scraps from more conventionally cut garments.  
Anna Mazur explains how to create a flower motif using self-fabric petals with sealant applied around the edges and paillettes, crystals and beads. You see here the pale green blouse that results. You can well imagine different designs to develop using this technique from the quieter self-trim like this  to more dramatic contrasting colors.
Kenneth King analyzes the circa 1940 dress in black, white and red on the back cover with an unusual collar created with a center ring through which the two scarf collar edges loop to button down high up on the bodice. He explains how it can be done and his version is quieter than the playful version on the back cover with two-tone covered buttons in order to avoid what he calls a “costumey” look. If on the other hand you are interesting in theater costuming, you will enjoy the articles on Bernadette Banner who recreates period clothing from the late 19th and early 20th Century and on Arnold S. Levine, author and millinery, who does Broadway and carnival millinery work of all kinds and who shares some of his favorite supplies.
There are also more technical articles on ways to make knit pants, on fitting garments through the shoulders, bust and torso, plus reviews of new patterns and fashion trends for fall.
Threads is my favorite airplane reading as you can enjoy the pictures when your brain is tired or dig into the details of a new technique and learn how to do it.
You can find it at your favorite bookstore, fabric store, or online here: https://www.threadsmagazine.com/
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newestcool · 2 years
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Mona Ali Portrait September 2020 Milliner Frida Barfod Photographer Simon Baungård Fashion Editor/Stylist Denis Bjerregaard IG
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f1sh-mage · 3 months
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i made these hats!
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justineportraits · 5 months
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Georges Lemmen The Milliner 1901
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chaptertwo-thepacnw · 2 years
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barbra streisand, halston hat |1965|
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chicinsilk · 1 month
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Dorothea McGowan porte des chapeaux de Jean Barthet. (1) Chapeau en paille naturelle avec surpiqûres et bordure en gros-grain bleu marine. Le bord est relevé à l'arrière. Un bouquet de cerises de cœur se trouve sous l’arc. (2) Grand chapeau en paille couleur safran avec ruban gros grain noir et double bord recouvert en bas et en haut de soie à motifs jaune-gris-noir.
Photos by Helmut Newton (Constanze Fashion Magazine Spring/Summer 1962)
Dorothea McGowan porte des chapeaux de Jean Barthet. (1)Chapeau en paille naturelle avec surpiqûres et bordure en gros-grain bleu marine. Le bord est relevé à l'arrière. Un bouquet de cerises de cœur se trouve sous l’arc. (2)Grand chapeau en paille couleur safran avec ruban gros grain noir et double bord recouvert en bas et en haut de soie à motifs jaune-gris-noir.
Photos d'Helmut Newton (Magazine Constanze Mode Printemps/Été 1962 )
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kieraoonadiy · 1 year
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All the hats I needed to make for my millinery college course for the first of 3 classes are done!  The next set of hat classes don’t start till fall 2023.
Every one of these hats are handmade by yours truly.
If you would like to help support me for school supplies (because fabric is not cheap, especially wool, fosshape, grosgrain, felt hat stiffener,or buckram), help keep me caffeinated, or help with my YouTube Channel, please consider donating to my Ko-Fi, at the link below:
https://ko-fi.com/kieraoona
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One of my mini top hats in shocking green Sinamay straw.
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obeyfeline · 2 years
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Love this vintage ad for the hatters Gelot, for sale at https://www.ebay.com/itm/403639619854
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