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Ha it would be amazing to know that, somewhere out there, The Hat exists. I am extremely excited at this idea, because I have a whole family full of knitters who I daren’t tell that I write these things.
So! There is actually a Whole Backstory to the Hat. And I suppose it would help me work it out so it actually works in the story, but I’ll cut it in case anyone wants to Remain Unspoiled For The Possible Direction This Is Going. (I guess that means I’ll answer this publicly?) Or I guess I’ll just cut for length, LOL.
The colors are based on the crest of House Organa. And the whole elaborate backstory to that is that in this ‘verse, Bail is alive, about 80, technically “retired” but still extremely heavily involved in the covert intelligence community, and has two powerhouse adoptive daughters, also both living, Leia who is a general, and Winter who is a senator. And Leia just has the one Mysterious Circumstances son, but Winter has had a relatively normal life and has two or three kids, and one of those kids is an adult daughter who is Super Into Knitting, and makes these Extremely Exclusively Special hats. And she gave one to Chirrut, for reasons that may or may not wind up plot-significant. (It may have been custom-made for him; I’ll guess it probably was, and thus is probably Extra-Bobbly; she likes to experiment while knitting so it’s highly likely that each individual hat she makes is wildly different. But imagine, if you will, a resplendent 80-year-old Bail Organa in a wildly-golden-orange knit hat, daring anyone to laugh at him. I enjoy this image.)
It is unclear even to Baze whether Chirrut really appreciated the Significance Of The Hat. I know I haven’t posted any of these bits because they’re all the Baze POV parts that I haven’t managed to incorporate into anything. But hey now I will.
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Chirrut had unwittingly already marked Bodhi for protection. The ugly hat had been a gift, and a joke, but those were the colors of House Organa, and anyone who knew anything would recognize that. The inner circle might even realize that the hat was the distinctive handiwork of Bail Organa’s granddaughter, and as such, was a powerful token indeed. (Adoptive, via his second adoptive daughter Winter, but she was still very much the innermost circle. Bail was in his eighties and theoretically retired; Winter was nearly sixty and still a Senator. The other daughter, now, Leia: she was a General, and Baze stayed as uninvolved in that as he could manage.)
Baze had protested, partly on the grounds that Bodhi was a lovely young man and the hat didn’t suit him, but partly because he wasn’t sure Chirrut really truly understood what the hat meant. But now he was glad of it.
And Chirrut had kept the matching scarf. Not that he needed to be marked for protection, particularly, but it certainly didn’t hurt.
The fact that Jeron didn’t seem recognize the hat told Baze a lot about who he wasn’t. He’d half-wondered if they’d get someone from the inner circle for this job, but clearly, they had deemed that too risky. Unless, of course, Jeron had recognized it, and that was why he’d struck up a relationship with Bodhi. But that seemed too cynical even for an agent as experienced as the one on this case was supposed to be.
“Come here,” Chirrut said, tugging on Baze’s (boring, monochrome, machine-knit) scarf as the door of their apartment closed behind them. “My big strong shoveling monster.”
“A monster, am I,” Baze said, pretending to resist.
“Some kind of yeti,” Chirrut said. “You smell like one.”
“That’s your coat you’re smelling,” Baze said, “not me.”
“Nonsense,” Chirrut said, “I just had this dry-cleaned when we were back home.”
It is actually meant to be in shades of rust-orange and yellow and gold, and has cabling; in my head the cabling vaguely resembles the wavy lines/triangle shape in the House Organa crest, and she’s made a real go of it. It’s skillfully done, but not in any way classy or tasteful, and so it’s kind of an inside joke, whoever has these amazing hats.
I put a pompom and earflaps on it because my dude’s mom buys him hats like that and he wears them in total seriousness all the time. (Also, this is real. You can tell that’s not photoshopped not because of the Getty Images watermark but rather because it’s actually an unflattering pic of Diego, which is hard to achieve.) I’m not like, married to the pompoms and earflaps, I just thought it’d be funny to mention them. I picked that one out of the image search because I liked that there was a little bit of purplish-gray in it that went with the shadow in this image, but I actually don’t think the purple is meant to be part of the heraldry, it’s just a shadow for artistic effect.
So really, there’s quite a bit of scope for what the hat could really look like, and still be True To The Artistic Vision And Also Plot Point.
Ha it would be amazing to know that, somewhere out there, The Hat exists. I am extremely excited at this idea, because I have a whole family full of knitters who I daren’t tell that I write these things.
So! There is actually a Whole Backstory to the Hat. And I suppose it would help me work it out so it actually works in the story, but I’ll cut it in case anyone wants to Remain Unspoiled For The Possible Direction This Is Going. (I guess that means I’ll answer this publicly?) Or I guess I’ll just cut for length, LOL.
The colors are based on the crest of House Organa. And the whole elaborate backstory to that is that in this ‘verse, Bail is alive, about 80, technically “retired” but still extremely heavily involved in the covert intelligence community, and has two powerhouse adoptive daughters, also both living, Leia who is a general, and Winter who is a senator. And Leia just has the one Mysterious Circumstances son, but Winter has had a relatively normal life and has two or three kids, and one of those kids is an adult daughter who is Super Into Knitting, and makes these Extremely Exclusively Special hats. And she gave one to Chirrut, for reasons that may or may not wind up plot-significant. (It may have been custom-made for him; I’ll guess it probably was, and thus is probably Extra-Bobbly; she likes to experiment while knitting so it’s highly likely that each individual hat she makes is wildly different. But imagine, if you will, a resplendent 80-year-old Bail Organa in a wildly-golden-orange knit hat, daring anyone to laugh at him. I enjoy this image.)
It is unclear even to Baze whether Chirrut really appreciated the Significance Of The Hat. I know I haven’t posted any of these bits because they’re all the Baze POV parts that I haven’t managed to incorporate into anything. But hey now I will.
Breaking Exclusive Secret Spiritassassin Excerpt Only For People Who Clicked This Cut And Especially For Kiwi Who Asked:
Chirrut had unwittingly already marked Bodhi for protection. The ugly hat had been a gift, and a joke, but those were the colors of House Organa, and anyone who knew anything would recognize that. The inner circle might even realize that the hat was the distinctive handiwork of Bail Organa’s granddaughter, and as such, was a powerful token indeed. (Adoptive, via his second adoptive daughter Winter, but she was still very much the innermost circle. Bail was in his eighties and theoretically retired; Winter was nearly sixty and still a Senator. The other daughter, now, Leia: she was a General, and Baze stayed as uninvolved in that as he could manage.)
Baze had protested, partly on the grounds that Bodhi was a lovely young man and the hat didn’t suit him, but partly because he wasn’t sure Chirrut really truly understood what the hat meant. But now he was glad of it.
And Chirrut had kept the matching scarf. Not that he needed to be marked for protection, particularly, but it certainly didn’t hurt.
The fact that Jeron didn’t seem recognize the hat told Baze a lot about who he wasn’t. He’d half-wondered if they’d get someone from the inner circle for this job, but clearly, they had deemed that too risky. Unless, of course, Jeron had recognized it, and that was why he’d struck up a relationship with Bodhi. But that seemed too cynical even for an agent as experienced as the one on this case was supposed to be.
“Come here,” Chirrut said, tugging on Baze’s (boring, monochrome, machine-knit) scarf as the door of their apartment closed behind them. “My big strong shoveling monster.”
“A monster, am I,” Baze said, pretending to resist.
“Some kind of yeti,” Chirrut said. “You smell like one.”
“That’s your coat you’re smelling,” Baze said, “not me.”
“Nonsense,” Chirrut said, “I just had this dry-cleaned when we were back home.”
It is actually meant to be in shades of rust-orange and yellow and gold, and has cabling; in my head the cabling vaguely resembles the wavy lines/triangle shape in the House Organa crest, and she’s made a real go of it. It’s skillfully done, but not in any way classy or tasteful, and so it’s kind of an inside joke, whoever has these amazing hats.
I put a pompom and earflaps on it because my dude’s mom buys him hats like that and he wears them in total seriousness all the time. (Also, this is real. You can tell that’s not photoshopped not because of the Getty Images watermark but rather because it’s actually an unflattering pic of Diego, which is hard to achieve.) I’m not like, married to the pompoms and earflaps, I just thought it’d be funny to mention them. I picked that one out of the image search because I liked that there was a little bit of purplish-gray in it that went with the shadow in this image, but I actually don’t think the purple is meant to be part of the heraldry, it’s just a shadow for artistic effect.
So really, there’s quite a bit of scope for what the hat could really look like, and still be True To The Artistic Vision And Also Plot Point.
