I remember my grandmother always wearing a hat. She had longish, lovely white hair and wore it in a bun or twist when I was younger. She'd come to our house, sit down at the dining table to visit, and reach up to remove the hat pin anchoring the smallish hat to her head. The pin went into the hat and through the bun. Since the pin didn't have a point protector, I wonder if she ever accidentally poked herself! Removing the hat pin and the hat and then reversing the process before she left was such a feminine gesture.
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