My Story

Hi there, I’m Frank. I’m glad you’ve found your way to my little shop. I first opened the doors in 1967, never imagining it would last this long. Back then, it was just a narrow space tucked between a bakery and a barber, but it was enough for me. I had a bench, a few worn tools, and a love for the old caps I remembered from my youth. Flat caps, berets, newsboys, the kind men wore with pride when I was a boy.

 

A Life in Every Stitch

In those early days, I learned everything the slow way. By trying, failing, and trying again. I cut, stitched, and steamed each cap until it finally felt right in my hands. Some came out a little uneven, others a bit too loose, yet people loved them anyway. They sensed the honesty in the work. Fathers picked caps that reminded them of their own youth, and young men grinned at the man they saw in the mirror.

I never followed trends. What mattered to me was patience, care, and making something built to last. Every cap I finished held a moment in time. Shaped slowly, deliberately, until it felt true. That was always enough.

A Farewell in Fabric

Time has finally caught up with me. My hands aren’t as steady, my eyes not as sharp, and the workshop has grown quieter over the years. Still, I’m filled with gratitude for every customer who walked through the door, every conversation shared over the counter, and every cap that found its way into someone’s life.

This final collection is the last work I will ever put into the world. Each cap carries the memory of these years, the scent of warm cloth and steam, the late-night hum of the old sewing machine, the quiet pride of careful craftsmanship. If you choose one, I hope it stays with you for many years. These caps are a piece of my story, and perhaps, they can become a piece of yours as well.