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May 13, 2016


Mary Lou

Cool! Bonus points off for using tools at hand.


Tamar suspects elsewhere that the puzzling fore-and-aft shaping Vons Comis mentions for the Ytre Norskøya hat from Grave 579 refers only to the brim, since she (Tamar) clearly sees all-around shaping at the crown. Tamar also points out that the Rijksmuseum hat no. NG-2006-110-2 https://www.rijksmuseum.nl/nl/collectie/NG-2006-110-2 has this brim shaping -- I had assumed that it was shaped with the decreases spaced evenly around and then simply worn at a jaunty angle, in the same manner that I made my "New Smeerenburg" version, posted here http://mathomhouse.typepad.com/bluestocking/2016/05/thoughts-on-a-smeerenburg-hat.html.

This comment is repeated on the "Ytre Norskøya" post as well, so that anyone who is interested in these hats can avail themselves...

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