Sunday Going To Church Clothes

My family is from the South; farm people, if you will. They are from East Texas to Mississippi and according to Ancestry.com - as far back as West Virginia. As a result of my upbringing and background, I was not immune to  old country sayings and colloquialisms. One that pops into my head often is "my Sunday go to meetin' clothes" or "my Sunday go to church clothes". My parents were born in the depression and brought up getting the 1 new pair of shoes and 1 new coat for the school term and dresses that were made of flour sacks. No really, they did. But despite the lack of money for more store bought clothing and accessories, Sunday was the day to display their finery.

When I was a little girl and going to church with the family I wore white gloves, some sort of hat with a ribbon and black patent leather shoes with frilly ankle socks. So, I guess I too, had my own Sunday go to meetin' clothes.

Living in New Orleans my church going was pretty limited to only going to the St. Louis Cathedral on Ash Wednesday - on  one such occasion entering the church after having leaving my last Mardi Gras party from the night before. 

I really loved Sundays in the French Quarter. There is about 20 churches of several denominations just in the Quarter and outlying neighborhoods; Treme, Marigny and old Storyville. People still dress for the Sunday services. Women will wear elaborate hats and dresses and men in their double breasted suits and shoes shined so bright you need to wear sunglasses to avoid the glare.

Easter Sunday service at St. Louis Cathedral

French Quarter Easter Parade on Royal Street

Congregation of beautiful African American women 

Fascinating!

If you say the word fascinator in casual conversation I think "royal wedding" will be first thing someone will connect it to.

The royal wedding of William and Kate is not the first time fascinators have been seen in public. I think it takes an event like this to take notice of something. Women have been wearing fascinators in previous eras only called a hat. Typically they are a headpiece with netting, chiffon or feathers on a base.

I love how fascinators have become a huge fashion piece for Steampunk attire. Now, before you go off and say you can just add gears or clock pieces to any hat and make it Steampunk; WRONG- (in my opinion). The best Steampunk fascinators I have seen don't always have a clock hand or cog. There are lots of great Etsy artisans who hock their wares - some even do custom orders.

                              http://www.etsy.com/listing/60400158/striped-gothic-steampunk-top-hat-last

http://www.etsy.com/listing/80157268/green-goddess-steampunk-fascinator-fun?ref=sr_list_13&sref=&ga_search_submit=&ga_search_query=steampunk+fascinator&ga_view_type=list&ga_ship_to=US&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_facet=handmade

http://www.etsy.com/listing/84611976/tarnished-rose-fascinator-with-black

Put A Lid On It

May 17, 2010

Put a lid on it
What's that you say?
Put a lid on it
Oh man, no way
Put a lid down on it, and everything will be all right.

What a great song by the Squirrel Nut Zippers. It is a great song to swing dance to. I am a swing kid. Swing dancing is only one aspect of the vintage subculture that I am attracted to. It reminds me of those glory days of yore when a Friday night was the night that Cats and Dolls would get all gussied up to boogie woogie at the jazz clubs. What has happened to our culture’s dress code since then? Gentlemen wore fedoras, pork pies and newsboy hats and ladies were expected to wear a proper head covering sometimes involving a veil. So, I propose we revive the custom of wearing hats. They can be both functional and an attractive addition to one’s outfit. Hats can transform a Sloppy Joe into a Dapper Dan. I say; put a lid on it!

Lid, cap, fez, pill box, bucket or beret; however you say it, it is a hat. I have a modest collection of hats myself. I have my Veda hat. It is a floppy, red straw cloche’ similar to the one worn by the character Veda Sultenfuss in My Girl. It is great for those “bad hair” days and riding my pink Schwinn cruiser around the neighborhood. I have a black, wide brimmed hat with blood red, velvet trim and bow. This hat is nicknamed my Virginia Woolf hat. I had to have this hat when I found it for it screamed creative inspiration to me; though, I must admit I am no poet and not much of a fan of poetry either. However, I tend to wear all black with this one. Perhaps this hat channels too much inspiration from the turmoil of the real Virginia Woolf. My favorite hat in my collection is a beat up and faded baseball hat from the French Quarter. I felt sorry for a street urchin one night and “donated” a ten dollar bill to her noble cause. I can only hope she did not exchange the bill on Bourbon Street for libations or some other vice.

I noticed not too long ago that decorators and decorating magazines were showing vintage and vintage inspired hat boxes stacked up and used as a side table or conversation pieces in a room. I love the renaissance of the hat box but what about the hats that once lived in them? Vintage hats that are in good condition are getting harder and harder to find. Most of the fashion hats that women wore; ones we are most familiar with, ceased mass production in the late ‘60’s. Women were burning their bras; why would they spend their newly, hard-earned money on a hat? There are other socio/political reasons; but that can be another Jean Louise blog topic at another time. Times, they did a change.

I began my hat collecting in the ‘80’s as a teenager. I hoped that my hat wearing would inspire others to do the same but; sadly, the inspiration was limited to a small sect of other vintage new wavers and punk rockers. I still wear my hats and I still collect them. Who knows? Maybe as we venture into the teen years of this new millennium we will see a change similar to that of 100 years ago; the fabulous jazz age of F. Scott Fitzgerald. So, the next time you are getting ready for a night out on the town think about puttin’ a lid on it.