Our Story

Every journey begins with a dream…and although hard to believe, it’s been more than 3 decades since this dream began! Over 34 years ago I closed my little Vermont schoolhouse, started making hats

(made in the u.s.a….on purpose)

and realized that a “craftsperson” is really a business person dressed in different clothing!!

I thought I could actually make a living at this…..ALL I had to do was stash my girls in “the way back” of the van, wrap the big blue tarp around a booth of some sort that’s been tied on the roof, cram all my wares into the leftover nooks and crannies, keep the cooler cool and head out each weekend to yet another juried craft show where I would sell my “stuff”!

Exhausting, but possible!

The Fat Hat Factory began as an adventure – my heart showed the way and my head just blindly followed. I started the business on a whim as a small act of desperation (single mom, food stamps, no idea what to do) and a promise: I promised to make a warm, fun hat for a friend of mine and he promised to help me build my dream home. We both made good on our promises never imaging what would come of it all! (… lived in a tent and built the house around us while I pedaled away on the treadle machine sewing hats outside under a tarp)


So here I am, 33 years older

….still the Fat Hat lady but WE”RE now known as the F.H. Clothing Co. and we’re WAY more than just hats. We’re known around the country for our easy, comfy clothing (made in the u.s.a….on purpose), our unique store and our wonderful customer service.


It’s been an amazing adventure. The dreams have changed over the years. The “dream house” was sold to make room for new things.

My daughters have become delightful, beautiful businesswomen who both help make this business successful.

We’ve all grown very comfortable creating and selling clothing in our antique, rambling barn in Quechee, Vermont where you’re always welcome to visit. We’re filled to the rafters with rave reviews from our local customers, our enthusiastic fans from near and far and all the wonderful small boutiques around the country that buy and sell our clothing.


Who could ever have imagined all of this?