Who doesn't like a new bonnet? Especially if one is a historical reenactor and gets to put feathers, ribbons and lace on the prettiest silk one can find.
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| My straw bonnet. |
The ladies of Nevada City (unlike its name suggests, it is actually located in Montana), desired to make bonnets and asked me to help them, so off I flew to Bozeman for a bonnet class.
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| Spring Hill church, where we held the class. |
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| Starting work. We didn't expect to get much past making the bonnet form on the first day. |
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| Breakfast provided by Phyllis. |
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| Phyllis's lunch spread. Yum. She spoiled us. |
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| Chris. |
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| Sophie's wee bonnet she made for her doll. |
I wish we'd had more time to get to the fun part, which is the covering and decorating. I hope that the participants were able to follow my notebook of instructions and photos in order to complete their bonnets. I look forward to getting pictures from them. But bonnet making is like costuming in general, one must have the proper foundation in order to get a good finished look. So we spent all day making the buckram form.
Isn't that the secret to life in general? All the hard work and integrity of proper foundation is unseen. Whether one is laboring over a corest, buckram, research, manuscripts, or prayers, the quiet meadows of thought are what makes the glorious finished product. No one is a philosopher who has not first been a shepherd.
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| Visiting the Bozeman sheep ranch. |
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| Willow Spring sheep ranch. |
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