Belizean Cowboy Hat

Weakfish molasses and granddad’s Brigham willowing blue-bluer blue smoke. ‘So little time’ thought the man in the hat, ‘and me with too many hats to choose from’. Fedoras and bowlers, panamas and Stetsons, hats that look like hats but on further inspection are grapefruits cut in half, stinkweed hats and hats that serve no other purpose than to inveigle one into thinking there hats when in fact they’re not hats at all but stand-ins for hats, pseudo hats. Spy’s hats and Belizean cowboy hats, hats made from hemp and spun wool hats that sat like dishrags on scullery maid’s heads. Corsair commander’s hats with gold piping and chevrons, Bishop’s Miters coopered with frankincense and mums, snake-charmer’s hats and hats fashioned from elephant fronds and Moses reeds. With this many hats to choose from the man in the hat chose a simple boater, ecru rattan with a silver thread merge between the brim and hatband.