Galvanized Headwear for Glamour Girls Guide

I LOVE researching for Glamour Girls Guide to Boston. I get to explore new areas of the city and meet the most fabulous people! (Not to mention all the new treasures in my closet!) Today I visited Galvanized Headwear in the South End of Boston, at 450 Harrison to be exact, and found a spectacular hat shop! The designer and owner, Marie Galvin, is a lovely charming milliner with a lilting Irish accent and an eye for making a person stand out from the crowd. “I guarantee people will have a great time when they wear one of my hats,” she says. “They stand out. They pop. And they always come back and say they felt like a celebrity, they felt beautiful, and they had a wonderful time.”
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She and her hats were a delight and she helped us try them on and cheered as we strutted around the store, each hat enhancing a different personality trait. My friend, Rosemary, who looks stunning in everything with her thick black hair and olive skin, ended up with a luscious red ostrich feather fascinator. Tristan, my Glamour Boy of Boston, strutted about wearing a leopard print velvet cowboy hat/riding hat. And since I attend an unusual amount of 1920’s events, I opted for the sparkling Flapper headpiece on a velvet ribbon. It made me feel like I had diamonds dripping in my hair. For eye-popping showstoppers to go with any outfit, it’s worth the trip to the South End!

Boston's favorite Glamour Boy--Tristan Govignon
Boston’s favorite Glamour Boy–Tristan Govignon

Marci and Rosemary trying out different looks
Marci and Rosemary trying out different looks

Different hats bring out different personalities--this one made my laughter tinkle like champagne
Different hats bring out different personalities–this one made my laughter tinkle like champagne

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