a word from my sister:
not much of a collection yet, but these have a great deal of meaning to me. the riding hat came from an estate sale in atlanta. the owner was a flight attendant, who i think would have been my best friend if I’d had known her. my mom spotted the hat first and we debated on spending $15 on it, but once we found out they were negotiable, we snatched it up. a few minutes later, we heard 2 different people ask where the hat was. that made our day.
the fez came from an antique shop that a friend picked up for me. he and I have had a few intriguing conversations about freemasonry, his grandfather being a member, and I have always been fascinated by the history and secrecy of the organization. one day, we were out for a drink when we spotted a mason symbol. his face completely lit up & he ran out to his car and brought in the fez that he had picked up for me as a gift that very day.