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June 28, 2016

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=Tamar

Hat, cap, phooey. It's a toque. If it were shorter I'd call it a beanie. ;-)

Beautiful work!

Toffeeapple

Regardless of the nomenclature, you have done a very good job with it. Well done.

Jeanne

Tamar suspects elsewhere that the fore-and-aft shaping refers only to the brim, since she also clearly sees all-around shaping at the crown of the Grave 579 hat. It could certainly be inferred from Vons Comis's description that this is the case, though regrettably Vons Comis isn't quite clear on the subject. Tamar also points out the apparently-fore-and-aft shaping of the brim in the Rijksmuseum hat no. NG-2006-110-2 https://www.rijksmuseum.nl/nl/collectie/NG-2006-110-2, which I had assumed was shaped with the decreases spaced evenly around, 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.

I'm going to repeat this comment on the "New Smeerenburg" post as well, so that anyone who is interested in these hats can avail themselves...

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