Over Memorial Day weekend, T.H. and I went down to his grandfather's farm with other family members for a cookout. Now you would think that this would mean staying up at the house, but you'd be mistaken. See, G-Pa's got a cabin--complete with fishing pond--further back on his property, so if there's going to be a family gathering at the farm and the weather is good, then that means everybody's going to be back at the cabin. It's right up there with other obvious statements like The Sky Is Blue, Grass Is Green, The Pope Is Catholic, and Bears Poop In The Woods: We're All Going Down To The Cabin.
So after lunch has been eaten, some of the adults are parked on the front porch of the cabin, watching the younger folks fish and swim in the pond, and all in all, it was a really idyllic moment. Well, unless you are T.H.'s little cousin, Short Stack. Then it wasn't so idyllic.
See, the cabin has one little problem: wood bees. They're big and they're certainly scary-looking, but seeing as they're not real interested in people, they tend not to go out of their way to bother anybody of the human persuasion. However, if you wanted to be on the porch or make use of the cabin's door for anything, that meant having to get used to the fact that wood bees would be sailing around your head. For the adults, teens and Short Stack's older brother (AKA Half Pint) this wasn't a big deal. For Short Stack, who has a fear of bees no matter what kind they are, this was like watching everybody floating in shark-infested water and asking him to jump in.
So for a fair bit of time, I had an eight-year-old on my lap, trying his level best to cower away from the occasional wood bee that whizzed past his head. And Internets, I am only 5'3"; I do not have that much lap to begin with, let alone enough of one to adequately seat a kid that, when standing, comes up to my sternum. But fear makes you do silly things. Just ask a former coworker of mine how high I jumped that one time I saw a spider (hint: I ended up on a counter.)
In any event, this got me thinking about bees, hats, and did I think I could find some new bee hats? The answer: YES.
I'm just going to be completely upfront about this--
this felt bee cocktail hat is my favorite of the bunch. There is honestly not a single thing about this hat that I don't love, and if I owned it I would wear it everywhere.
I like the colors on
this one, but somehow, it makes me think of a bee crawling all over a ruffled potato chip. That might just be me, though. Is that just me?
Of course, you don't always have to render bees in their traditional black-and-yellow coloring, as
this fascinator proves. Just have them crawling around a big rosette, and it doesn't matter if they're robin-egg blue; people will still know that they're bees.
And just because it seems right, here's a vintage straw hat,
done in the style of a beekeeper's hat:
Just don't go thinking that you can wear this and keep some bees, though. This is fashion, not safety gear. If you want a real beekeeper hat,
go here.
See you Wednesday!