anna shoub
A Shop of My Own
Tony has built me the most beautiful hat shop/ studio. It’s truly a dream come true. This space was once filled with mold and mushrooms and when it rained outside it rained inside. I could never have seen the transformation. One of Tony’s many talents. Tony is almost finished building my beautiful cutting table, which…
Read MoreAlmost Ready
It’s really happening. Tony just hung up the first round of hat stands in my new studio. I think I may actually start moving in tomorrow. So, is it true what they say? “If you build it they will come.” See you this summer in Lunenburg, right?
Read MoreA Hat Shop Fit For a Princess
No longer will I have to find fabric in a dark closet. I’ve got shelving! I look at this beauty and wonder how I will fill it up, but I know I am kidding myself. I have been collecting anything that looks like it might be useful to me at some point in my career…
Read MoreFelting a Beret
I started out by making two felt batts from merino wool roving. You layer whispy pieces of wool over a template. I make four layers per batt. It shrinks a lot, so you need to make them much larger than the finished hat. The second bat is wet down and then the whole thing is…
Read MoreWe’ve Got Shelves
This is one of many counter spaces he is building for me. Stay tuned for more progress photos.
Read MoreHalifax Crafters Market
And now I feel like I have been run over by a steam roller. Today I am useless. I can hardly lift my hands. Tomorrow is another day and I’ll be back at it, filling wholesale orders and getting ready for more markets.
Read MoreHat Junkie Headquarters 2
And then there was floor.
Read MoreMy Boots and My Bike
A few months ago I had my bike stolen. It was a beaten up, rusty bike that was given to me new 20 years ago. It was clearly taken by a youngin’ needing a ride to Tim Horton’s. The bike had no monetary value at all, but I loved that thing like a trusted friend.…
Read MoreA Felt Hat For a Change
In The Studio Then on My Bike
Tony takes Dusty to gymnastics on Friday evenings. Usually I work on making supper, but last night I said to heck with it. Let them eat bread. I hopped on my beautiful new bicycle and headed towards Blue Rocks. I’m sure my exhale was heard for miles around.
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