Picking up the material, he could already feel a tingling sensation in his fingers. With each jab of the needle into the fabric, a miniscule spark could be seen. Paul could feel crackling under his fingertips as he pulled the thread through it, as if tiny creatures were welding the thread to the fabric. It was like he was sewing the threads of his soul into each stitch. Most people passed by the obscure little shop in the East Village without even turning their heads to look inside. If they had, they might have witnessed some of the most wonderful, magical happenings that they had ever seen. In The Man of Many Hats, the reader gets a sneak peek into the magic behind the Man and his family secret and experiences the transformations and metamorphoses that his hats inspire.