shopgirl61
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zetwal. I am the first to admit that one opinion does not a consensus make. ;)[/QUOTE said:Ditto!
zetwal. I am the first to admit that one opinion does not a consensus make. ;)[/QUOTE said:Ditto!
shopgirl61 said:bump
donnc said:For what? Most of the initial speculation on its value seems to be born out pretty well. You can find similar Beaver models for sale new for comparison, and anyway you're not interested in making $$. So ... ??
shopgirl61 said:not true. I wouldn't look good wearing this so, yes, i am going to sell it.
My father worked at an upscale 'mens clothing' store from the early 60s, this hat I am certain was special ordered and as the label implies, custom made.
and I disagree that because it states 100% fur that it contains anything other than beaver. What should it say? 100% pelt from...[huh]
AlterEgo said:Shopgirl61,
Though this to-die-for gal would have looked terrific in just about anything, the bolero was the perfect style for her, as she liked to wear long, pleated skirts or jodhpurs with puffy-sleaved blouses, maybe a leather vest or riding coat, and tall boots. Though short, she had a very erect bearing, accentuated by the hat, its brim always perfectly parallel to the ground.
She wore the hat almost every day, and had a collection of variously colored hatbands she'd switch out on it to match her Southwest American attire. The turquoise, red and black one made from tiny beads arranged in a Navaho pattern sticks in my memory.
From Florida, she was, in fact an expert horseman (horsewoman?), as her family was in the business of breeding thoroughbreds. Alas, our thing was short-lived, as she found The Man of her Dreams, and I fell in love with another, as well. However, she and I remained friendly all through college.
AlterEgo said:Shopgirl61,
Thanks for the photos, which provide much better insight into what this hat is all about, though the quality of the pics is not so sharp on my monitor.
Even so, this much we can say for sure: It's a Beaver brand, which in the universe of hats, lies in the upper-middle to lower-upper bracket. It contains no beaver fur, but is 100% rabbit or hare fur felt--a good thing. In Beaver's scheme, 10X is its middle level of fur felt quality.
Though not a precise dating method, the presence of the plastic protector on the top underside of the crown is consistent with manufacture in the 1970s or later.
This hat is made to be worn as a regular hat, for those who simply prefer the cordorbes style, meaning it is not a costume hat, a movie re-creation hat, or a historical re-enactment hat. Yes, it resembles the Zorro hat, but it is what it is, and, personally, I find that especially refreshing.
Now here's the real kicker: I had a girlfriend in college who had that exact hat! In fact, I probably would have never met her had it not been for her hat--and mine.
The year was 1978, and I had just transferred to a large state university where I knew practically no one. It was the first day of class, and when I walked into the auditorium where Psychology 2500 was being held--a class of 200 students--I immediately spotted this attractive blonde because she was wearing a black gaucho. It was rare for young people to wear a hats in those days, especially men, but I had on my Tyrolean, she her gaucho, so we had something unusual in common, which made it a cinch to introduce myself.
Though this to-die-for gal would have looked terrific in just about anything, the bolero was the perfect style for her, as she liked to wear long, pleated skirts or jodhpurs with puffy-sleaved blouses, maybe a leather vest or riding coat, and tall boots. Though short, she had a very erect bearing, accentuated by the hat, its brim always perfectly parallel to the ground.
She wore the hat almost every day, and had a collection of variously colored hatbands she'd switch out on it to match her Southwest American attire. The turquoise, red and black one made from tiny beads arranged in a Navaho pattern sticks in my memory.
From Florida, she was, in fact an expert horseman (horsewoman?), as her family was in the business of breeding thoroughbreds. Alas, our thing was short-lived, as she found The Man of her Dreams, and I fell in love with another, as well. However, she and I remained friendly all through college.
Back on point, I saw and handled that hat many times, and am sure it is the exact same as yours, only in a much smaller size. Like you, she and I thought it was made from Beaver pelts back then. It was only many years later that I became a hat guru and realized it was not. That's the only problem I have with Beaver Brand hats: The company has made some beaver fur hats, but it appears to have intentionally selected that name to derive the favorable halo effect of the word "beaver," which shouts "quality."
OK, value? $50 to $100, weighted towards the upper end because of its excellent condition and the somewhat-above-average, 7 1/2 size, as Big Heads realize they have to pay more.
Since you are not looking to generate cash from your dad's belongings, I'd keep the hat as a memento. You might find a nice home for it elsewhere, but you never really know what's going to happen to it, so the safest home is your own.
Swords and daggers, too, eh? I collect edged weapons, also, and might be able to help you with that topic, as well. PM me, if you like.
AlterEgo said:Shopgirl61,
I do not have a particular "type" of woman I find "to-die-for," such as busty beach babe blondes, but the college gaucho girl had a radiant countenance with striking blue eyes and a wide, bright smile; straight, shoulder-length natural blonde hair; and a slender though shapely figure. Though far from haughty, her overall expression and body language telegraphed "I am something special." The cordobes hat and Southwestern attire reinforced that.
Hatophile,
Also fftopic: Thanks for the nice compliment. Like collecting hats, writing stories from my life experience is another avocation. Where the two converge, well, so much the better.
Seeing your Lyle Lovett quote, I think you might find this story, in which hats play a small part, interesting:
I was working as the Director of Training for a small division of a major corporation in a tiny town in Indiana in the early 1990s when my administrative assistant returned from a morning errand all atwitter.
She was sure she had seen mega-star Julia Roberts embracing "some goofy-looking guy" near her church. Only because I was into his music and knew he was dating her was I sure that had to be Lyle Lovett. She said they had big cowboy hats pulled down over their heads--apparently to disguise themselves--but were otherwise dressed up as if for some special occasion.
She couldn't concentrate and do any work, and it was a slow day anyway, so we jumped in my tricked-out Dinan 535 and burned over there just in time to see Julia and Lyle scoot out after having just gotten married. For spotting radar cops, I keep a compact pair of powerful bincoculars in my glove box, and it was definitely the famous actress and unique musician.
To give the media the slip, they'd picked Marion, IN to say their vows because it was the most out-of-the-way Nowheresville place on the planet.
It worked, for she and I were among only a handful of people who knew what was going on before the story broke. By then, the newlyweds were long gone.
Lyle shows reining horses with Carol Rose out of Gainesville, TX. He is often at the NRHA Futurity show in OKC the first of December. I've talked with him at the prospect auction there. Nice guy & pretty good horseman too.hatophile said:By the way, Lyle has some great music!
hatophile said:Dang Man!
You should think about doing a collection "Hat Stories" or something like that,
you have some great ones! :eusa_clap