




My grandparents, who are among my favorite people in the world, had my mother, sister and I over for a week this summer in their little sage-shuttered cottage in rural North Carolina to house-sit while they celebrated their anniversary in the Smokies. They returned with a slew of eclectic souvenirs for us from little antique shops and general stores—my gift being this beautiful 1920’s hat and a cast-iron hat form. My thoughts and dreams seem to spin more rapidly in my head under this pretty little thing.
