"She vowed at first she would never trim me up a new bonnet, nor do anything else for me again, so long as she lived; but now she is quite come to, and we are as good friends as ever."
Sense and Sensibility
|It was a two scissor job.|
There comes a time in a girl's life when she finds herself, at 2 o'clock in the morning, eating leftover Chinese takeaway and trimming a bonnet. While I'm pretty sure this is something Jane wouldn't do, (she'd be far more organised, and ne'er a slave to fashion) I was pretty chuffed when a friend commissioned me to rustle up a suitable chapeau for Bath's annual Jane Austen Festival.
With ribbon, vintage lace and a whole load of bias binding, I set about transforming a straw hat. Here's how I got on in those bleak small hours.
The continually brilliant Lizzie Bennet Diaries was a helpful companion throughout, as was this resource.
|Certain shades of limelight can wreck a bonnet's complexion|
|It's only me that can see that big ol' crease, right?|
You know what? I may be a little Jane'd out after all that. But I loved it. Any late night milliners out there got some tips about bonnets?