basket fascinator hats
Whimsical Basket Fascinator
Stacking baskets has become "a thing" for me creatively. My first stacked basket fascinator happened in a fluid moment. I had some baskets I knew I wanted to make hats out of but for about two years I had only used to hold trim. The idea was there, but the "how to" wasn't a full idea yet. I had moved and was pulling all my thrifted, salvaged, and gifted junk from boxes and I was throwing them in piles on the bed, to organize them within my new space. A friend had come into the room and we were talking philosophy. Talking about two different ways of experiencing life. I have a libra mind that sees both sides to everything. I am always looking for where opposites connect. My friend and I were talking about how some people plan and create direction for life and some just let life show up organically and go with the flow of it, which tends to be how I experience life. While talking, I looked down at the bed and the 2 big baskets I had tossed on it, were stacked so perfectly together. It was a creative "aha" moment. And I forgot all about planning and organizing my room and started to play with the baskets and by the end of the day, I had a new style of a stacked basket hat figured out.
This glitter-ball upcycled fascinator is much smaller than the original ridiculously large basket hat idea. It is its child though, so still no less ridiculous. It is piled with re-imagined flowers I made from plastic and fabric flowers and leaves I plucked from junky old wreaths. The flowers have crocheted and rhinestone beads for centers and the hat is dotted all over with tiny, rhinestone-centered, purple satin flowers. The fuzzy and tasseled edge and the dangling beads, made from a scarf, upholstery trim, and a child's beaded curtain, add playful movement. And, the iridescent purple teardrops, pink pearls, rhinestones, scalloped edge mardi gras beads, and the purple glitter ball surrounded by chunky violet beads, give this whimsical wearable hat sculpture just the right touch of sparkle. A most necessary part of being a warrior of joy.