You forget how old you are, you know, and time does pass. “What do you mean?”
Well, do you know who you look like now … in that hat?
You look just like me, dear.
Hat and sunglasses. Just like in the beach photo.
Pretty good, dear … Yes?
If I’d known you weren’t putting me in your cartoon … I wouldn’t have worn my hat.
It’s a great disappointment, dear. You know that don’t you.
I think it’s quite unkind of you.
Happy New Year, dear.
“Oh! The New Year already.”
I’ve got me hat on. Are we doing some animating now?
“Er, yes, Mum. I’ve been working on it.”
What do you mean? You haven’t taken a photo of me for ages. What are you playing at?
We used to make our own hats … your Aunty and I … back in the 1920s when we were young. You bought your own felt shape, steamed it to fit, put on the trim and …
People used to say I looked like Gloria Swanson … which I did, if I do say so myself.
“Time to get ready for Christmas, Mum. I’ve put up those salt dough figures you made. Remember?”
Those? You’ve still got them? Oh… they’re not very good. “They are, Mum. I thought me doing art came from Dad because he was a commercial artist. And I was all serious about it. But I think that what I actually end up making … comes from you.
“Anyway. It’s time to get your hat on…..”
Finally, I made the The Hat. My first… rather rough…. lip-synced animation .