I've had this lid in the wings since the middle of March since I knew, from the minute I saw it, it would be perfect for an April Fools' Day post. It is on long-term loan to the extended version of the Project by our cross-the-street neighbor Byron Funk.
"I think it looks perfect on you," he told me -- completely unaware of my borderline obsession with zany headgear. Of its provenance, Byron said: "I got it at a Cirque du Soleil show in Los Angeles about five years ago and I usually don't buy souvenirs but this was something special."
Funk's traditionally paired this well-made, upscale cap (let's call it "jester formal," shall we?) with a black suit for Purim festivities, though this year his wife Reva told me he decided not to. A couple of weeks later the Funks called me over and presented me with this glorious fool's crown nestled in a huge Robinsons-May hat box.
The best part, to me, is that even though the Funks weren't aware of my proclivity for millinery, they somehow felt the hat would find a good home across the street.
And that is where it will remain - with bells on.