A Feathered Token of Resolve. The Story Behind an Edwardian Hat
- The Happy Antiquer
- Jun 22
- 2 min read
Step inside the parlour of history for a moment—breathe in the faint scent of beeswax polish, hear the ticking of an oak-cased mantel clock, and meet Miss Eleanor Godfrey, age twenty-three, as she nervously smooths the crepe cuffs of her travelling dress.
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A Telegram, a Train & a Turning Point
On a soft May morning in 1908, Eleanor’s routine of assisting her father in his Lincolnshire bookshop was upended by a telegram from London:
“Darling Eleanor—stop—Your story shortlisted for Women’s Authorial Society prize—stop—Banqueting House reception 28 May—stop—You must attend—stop—Aunt Beatrice.”
The invitation was exhilarating—and terrifying. Eleanor owned nothing fit for a society reception, certainly not a hat that would satisfy the elaborate etiquette of Edwardian fashion. Her best friend urged, “Take the 11:03 to Louth. Godsmark & Son always have just the thing.”
Inside Godsmark & Son: Louth’s Fashion Sanctuary
Crossing the threshold of 24 Market Place, Eleanor was enveloped by the warm murmur of respectful assistants and the faint rustle of silk. The draper’s shop—founded by Alfred Godsmark in the 1880s—had built its reputation on impeccable millinery: ostrich plumes imported from South Africa, hand-stitched by local plumassiers in a skylit workroom above the sales floor.
The senior milliner, Miss Harriet Finch, sensed Eleanor’s mix of excitement and dread. “A literary soirée calls for quiet authority, Miss Godfrey,” she said, producing a striking creation: a petite black toque entirely swathed in rippling ostrich fringe.
Eleanor watched her reflection bloom into confidence. The feathers caught the gas-light with a subtle sheen, echoing the intellect she hoped to project among London’s literati. She scarcely noticed Miss Finch wrapping the hat in tissue and lowering it into a salmon-pink, gold-lettered Godsmark & Son box—the very box that now rests before you.
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Confidence in a Cardboard Cube
The following week, Eleanor arrived at Banqueting House. While celebrated authors towered in silk toppers and diamanté tiaras, a whispered admiration followed the understated plume that crowned her dark hair.
When the Society chairman called her name—second place, but praised for “fresh eloquence”—the little ostrich hat bobbed as she curtseyed, winning smiles from the grandest ladies present. On the midnight train home, Eleanor tucked her prize certificate alongside the hat in its Godsmark box, convinced it had carried her through the evening with poise.
Why This Hat (and Box) Deserves Its Next Chapter
Authentic Edwardian Craftsmanship – Hand-stitched ostrich fringe and silk lining from a documented Lincolnshire milliner.
Complete Provenance – Still protected by the original Godsmark & Son draper’s box, emblazoned with the shop’s Art-Nouveau typography.
Wearable Storytelling – Each plume whispers of telegrams, railway journeys and courageous first steps onto society’s stage.
Display-Ready – Perfect for period interiors, museum exhibitions or a dramatic statement at heritage events.
Bring Eleanor’s Spirit Home
Owning this hat is more than acquiring a fashion relic; it’s adopting Eleanor’s quiet resolve and the craftsmanship of a provincial millinery house that helped countless women step boldly into modern life.
Add this boxed Edwardian ostrich-feather hat to your collection today and let its history inspire your own chapters—whether displayed beneath a glass dome, worn to a vintage gala, or gifted to the next author who needs a plume of courage.
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