Tuesday, October 30, 2007

i ain't wearin' that hat and you cain't make me.

...i wear my coonskin hat or nothin' at all. draw whenever yer ready, bub.

this blog has no focus. by my count, more than half of the posts are just a random bunch o'crap. maybe 30 (46.875%) deal with mom's struggle with alzheimers in one way or another, but... i think it's time to create a blog with a clear purpose.

i'm sick and tired of being eclectic.
so hows about a blog that just zeroes in on hats? yeah. hats. you heard me.

by golly, i think i could do that.

(i kinda like the feather in mom's pillbox hat in that picture.)

ya think anyone would read it?

ok. here's for starters...

then again, someone already did this... but i guess that one's a little bit different.


Annie said...

The feather totally makes the hat!

I like the eclecticness, eclectosity, um, that your blog is eclectic.

cornbread hell said...

thanks annie.

hmm...now i'm thinking, "fiber farmer" blog...i wonder if there's a potential fan base in your field?

flintysooner said...

This gives me just enough courage to post a picture of me at 19.

I think I am going for more eclecticosity (thanks annie - I like that word).

On fiber farming I read an article on Wiki about Alpacas. I thought the most interesting thing was, and I quote from the article, "They do not like being grabbed."

Anonymous said...

he guy in the middle is very... well... how do i put it?... hot!!! oh, come to mama!!!


cornbread hell said...

flinty- don't tell me you still wore your coonskin cap when you were 19!

gina- that guy looks like jim carey to me. yikes! (to each their own, i suppose...uh oh...i Sure hope i didn't just insult you. that's not your husband is it?)

Chris said...

I like that cat and the one of your mom. The feather looks cool!

My mom loved hats. she wore them all the time and I am keeping two of the ones she wore the most. One is a little hat she wore the last few years during winter. My brother bought a Swarovski crystal snowflake pin to put on it and she looked simply gorgeous. I gave my brother the pin back a few weeks ago when he was back home. Then there was the hat that my dad bought her in Key West. It was a straw hat with a black ribbon that ended up in a bow in back. God, she was a beautiful woman in that hat.

And Dad had a memory of Mom in a black backless dress years ago wearing black pumps and a broad brimmed black hat. Mom remembered that little number even last year when I brought it up and all I got out of Dad was a very big smile.....still sensual after all these years.

I love your posts....they conjure up some very fond memories for me. Thanks for taking me back.

cornbread hell said...

hey chris, while much of what i write here is done consciously to honor our loved ones in their various states of dementia, i can't help but wonder sometimes if i'm not really writing to solidify the memories in my own mind. to ward off my own potential loss of those memories.

sheesh. that made no sense, did it? meh. i'll work on expressing it better. thanks for the cool (and kinda hot) mom/dad story about the black dress and hat. maybe you'll eventually find a photo of them from that evening. wouldn't that be nice!

Cornbread Holy said...

For the sake of all that's cornbread holy, how uncanny! I just this minute copied a poem to paste on your blog at the first op. Here it is.

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Jenny Joseph

Cornbread Holy

Denise said...

The first part of your blog, about your blog having "no focus" reminded me of your writing skills... which are excellent - as evidenced in this blog...

This in turn reminded me that November is National Novel Writing month - which means it is time for the.... NaNoWriMo (Darn it - I forgot to register in time again - LOL)


Denise said...

I love the Wicked! hat pic - and all of the other... The cat is cute, as are the old ones... But their is nothing like jauntily sporting a B-ball cap with a big smile.


josephine terese said...

who're all those kids in the first one?

cornbread hell said...

ch- cool poem.

denise- thanks. and let me know when NAt'l NOt GOnna WRIte NO NOvel MOnth is. i could enter that one.

josephine- reen, cousins lisa and kathleen, me,lynn anne. i *think* it was reen's birthday. maybe her 8th? which would make us 5,6,7,8, and 11 yrs old.

Annie said...

You know, I've read and reread your question, but I still can't figure out what you're asking. I'm sorry to be so dense, can you rephrase?

Sorry to hijack your comments...Flinty, I can attest to the fact that alpacas do not like to be grabbed.

dann walsh said...


after some very careful inspection i have concluded that the item on your head was your neighbor's cat - you never really had a coonskin cap at all... remember?

now get back to yor ECLECTICOSITYNESS!


cornbread hell said...

annie- the question was asked in reference to my looking for a focus for this blog. i just liked the term, "fiber farmer" and made a bad pun about your "field."

sorry. the question was so dumb i can't even clarify it...

dann- DID TOO! :p

dann walsh said...


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M-O-O-O-o-o-M... cornbread's pickin'on me again...