Seasonal Sundays: Wear the Hat, Dammit

A special Mother's Day issue, no recipes, no food and no dishes (cuz someone else organized the cookin' today, right?) but instead a reprise of a photo essay I call "Wear the Hat, Dammit" ... life lessons from the Kentucky Derby and my mom. I'll be back next week with the usual spring recipe ideas so if that's what you're after, Happy Mother's Day and just go on back to what you were doin', okay? But for anyone who's curious ...

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Five years ago, I wrote a special no-recipe edition of Seasonal Sundays for hat lovers, it's still pretty fun and includes some wise life lessons from my own mom, gone more than twenty years now but still fully alive every day, in my hands, my laugh, my politics, my food, my penchant for glass jars and pretty dishes, and so so many ways.

Happy Mother's Day to all who mother, in all of mothering's many forms and fashions.


PS I may go quiet for awhile, family business calls, in ways both harrowing and exciting, upsetting and calming. It's life, right? I hear an owl calling as I add these last words, I think she's telling me, like a mom would, "It's gonna be okay, AK. It's gonna be alright." Thanks for understanding. ~ Alanna




The First Saturday in May

In usual years, the first Saturday in May is a day cloaked in the pomp and circumstance of the Kentucky Derby, an iconic American experience. Each country, each state, each city and even each culture has its own iconic experiences but the Derby, well, it's one of ours.

You might know the Derby for ...

Wear the Hat, DAMMIT ♥ KitchenParade.com, life lessons from the Kentucky Derby and my mom.

... the roses


Wear the Hat, DAMMIT ♥ KitchenParade.com, life lessons from the Kentucky Derby and my mom.

... the grand spectacle


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... the mint juleps

But The Real Stars Are the Hats!

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From the wonders of aerodynamics ...


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... to the simple broad brims.


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From butterflies ...


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... to bird feathers.


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There are white hats ...


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... and black hats ...


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There are orange hats.


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There are pink hats.


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There are even guy hats!


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There are flowers and feathers and ribbons of every hue ...


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... and even whole gardens on a single hat.

And Where There Are Killer Hats, There Are K-I-L-L-E-R Shoes.

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Literally. (Well, not literally ...)


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But achin' feet.


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Achin', achin' feet.

So Skip the Killer Shoes. But Wear the Hat, DAMMIT.

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I just know my mom would've given this hatless young Derby-goer a talkin' to.

Because my mom, well, she had a sense of style and she wanted everyone to express their own style.

And maybe especially her daughters.

One year, I starting a new job at a just-funded start-up, lots of responsibility, lots of people, lots of fun. Those were challenges enough but what the heck would I wear??? I had a closetful of stuff from another era clothes-wise, suits, hose and heels.

But this was high tech in the early 2000s and offices were determinedly cool and casual because a cool and casual workplace (open floor plans, ping pong tables, workout rooms, snack rooms with Goldfish and Twizzlers and Mountain Dew) was more productive, more fun and so of course, the dress code was also cool and casual.

Cool and casual for guys? Khakis or jeans with a button-down shirt. Cool and casual for professional women? Ugh. There was no such thing.

But Mom had an idea and off we went to shop at Chico's, a new store near their place in Florida, she thought I'd like it. And so I did ... wow, was Chico's ever useful back then. I don't know how many pieces I bought but they were all separates and mixed and matched and the clothes were comfortable and drapey and looked sharp with jewelry but didn't shout "fashion" either.

I was all worn out from trying on so many things when Mom threw a hat onto the pile. "No hats, Mom!" I said, rolling my eyes. But she insisted and we'd been having so much fun, I relented.

A few weeks later, I had a flight booked back to Florida for another visit. On the phone, Mom asked if I were going to wear the hat on the plane. I hemmed and hawed. "Wear the hat, DAMMIT!" she said and hung up.

And so I wore the hat.

And wouldn't you know it, about five people complimented me on that damn hat!


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Now mothers aren't always right but they sure are right a lot of the time.

My mom's "wear the hat, dammit" admonition was her way to say, "Hey, it's okay to be yourself."


  • It's also okay to stand out a little.
  • It's okay to wear color.
  • It's okay to stretch yourself.
  • It's okay to try something new.
  • It's okay to re-invent yourself.
  • It's okay to have a little fun!
  • It's okay to stand your ground.
  • It's okay to stand up for yourself.
  • It's okay to stand up for your beliefs.
  • It's okay to make your words heard.
  • It's okay to draw the line.
  • It's okay to give in.
  • It's okay to make room.
  • It's okay to step onto the grass.
  • It's okay to make a moment for yourself.
  • It's okay to have the biggest laugh in the room.
  • It's okay to let go.
  • It's okay to hang tight.
  • It's all okay, it's all okay.

Life lessons from the Kentucky Derby and my mom.


Happy Mother's Day, All.

Me, I'm off to dig out that hat.

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