I have reluctantly decided not to take this fine sample of New South Welsh millinery to Victoria, but I will post it to anyone, anywhere in the world, with a burning desire - nay, even with an altogether damp and sodden desire - to sport such a beast atop their head. Applications in verse will receive my full attention. No need to mention to my dear progenitors that this hat and I will be parting ways.
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OK, I promise not to volunteer the information to the parents. But if they ask I will have to tell the truth, as lion through your hat is a sin. (Get it?)
Lexicon dearest, you may recognize this pragmatic Situational Ethics approach. It is based on countless childhood dicussions in the car with Dad about what, exactly, to disclose to Mum re being plied with gelato, chips, etc at the beach. Namely, Not A Word unless She Asks First, in which case We Must Tell The Truth.
Sorry Lexicon, it is too late, and I am getting my idioms all confused, mixing up lion through your teeth and talking through your hat.
Lion through your hat is just plain silly, both as a garbled idiom, and as a concept in millinery.
At least you didn't say Alexis was teething through her hat, which would be quite inconvenient, both for the teeth and the hat.
And I'm sure it wouldn't be comfortable for Alexis, either.
Wool Spaniel, your discretion will be appreciated, but, of course, if mum should positively ask "Is Lexi trying to fob off the lion cap I bought her at Dubbo Zoo?", I wouldn't expect you to lie.
Tim: if that should ever be the case, I'll eat my hat.
timt, good one! I take my hat off to you.
This talking and teething and mutual appreciation is all very well, BUT WHERE ARE THE APPLICATIONS FOR MY HAT? It has ears - did I mention? They stick up. They're very fetching. It's an all-round fetching hat. Perfect for job interviews, religious observations and outdoor occasions of all kinds. Come on, citizens. You know you want it.
I think I'd worry too much about mistaking my cat for a hat like that. Ta all the same.
A legitimate concern, Lolly. We at the Leichhardt Ladies' Hostel have a dark cushion, frequently mistaken for Max; fortunately for him, we rarely make the opposite mistake.
You've tried that hat trick,
Once before.
You pushed said head piece,
When I didn't want to score (man).
So no Lexi, no.
But d'you have any wigs?
I know, I know, I've been trying to foist it on unsuspecting maidens for years, this hat. And STILL no luck. It's a fine hat. It really really is. I don't understand why there isn't more demand for it.
As for wigs: they're more your department, ain't they? I could macrame up a woolly job for you before I leave, but I don't think it would compare with anything in the existing collection.
lexi
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I have, may I be as modest as to venture, the absolutely PERFECT idea: send it to someone entirely at random! Or, better yet, hold a themed housewarming party when you get to the Digs with the Technicoloured Carpetry - and give the hat away as a prize to the best(worst?) dressed.
Have I perhaps been in an airconditioned environment for too long?
Now there's a thought! -- although the object of this exercise was for me not to have to find space in my boxes for the ol' hat. I do like the sound of a themed housewarming, though. I'm still not exactly sure whom I'll invite, but - y'know, while my Melbournean acquaintance is small, so is my house - and if I mention LION HATS on the advertisements, they'll be coming in droves.
I fancy that, given time enough, the damned thing will ride atop Herr Tymnus' noble crown - not only a fitting place for it to wind up, but also providing a simple, convenient, and free solution to his Milliner Problem (recently discussed in his own posting on same).
Millinery Problem, I mean. Devil take these exhausted fingers and my heat-dulled wits.
A Lion-as-hat? That's millinery in the roar!
Which I think might be Timnese for "No, thank you ever so, but a lion hat will not be required for my North American sojourn." Nice idea, though, Nottlesby.
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