The Mum in the Weirdo Hat…Friday Fictioneers.

Charlotte was mortified. After spending months painstakingly working her way into the cool group, she spotted her mother halfway down the street. As if that wasn’t already bad enough, she was wearing her exceptionally eccentric: “Ceremonial hat for eating Bouillabaisse“, based on its namesake by English artist, Eileen Agar. A cork bowl decorated with beach ephemera, it was hardly suitable for the Melbourne Cup. With her two worlds on an imminent collision course, Charlotte wanted to die. Why couldn’t her mum just blend in and wear a black fascinator like everyone else’s mum? Why did she have to be “creative”?

100 words.

This has been another contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wishoff-Fields. PHOTO PROMPT Β© Sandra Crook.

As a mother of two teenagers, I’m psyching myself up for the big rejection when they deny my existence in front of their friends one day. I can be quite loud, friendly and overly extroverted.However, so far so good.

By the way, I came across Eileen Agar while I was putting together Letters to Dead Artists for the 2018 Blogging A-Z April challenge and thought that hat would embarrass even the most resilient teen.  You can read more about her Here./

Best wishes,


Eileen Agar wearing Ceremonial Hat for Eating Bouillabaisse

Eileen Agar wearing her: Ceremonial hat for eating Bouillabaisse


35 thoughts on “The Mum in the Weirdo Hat…Friday Fictioneers.

  1. Rowena Post author

    So true, Iain and thanks for the smile. I’ll have to keep this up my sleeve for when I’m persona non grata.
    Best wishes,

  2. Prior...

    Ahhhh…. we have all been there – with a mum – or family member – and I have to say that from the blue-frog inlinkz grid – your title had me curious.
    And the 100 words did not disappoint.
    Nice way to tie in this artist and I look forward to reading more about her – and I once made a painting (for hat day) inspired by a Matisse painting of a lady with a hat.

  3. Prior...

    and side note – my boys are just freshly out of that teen stage (young adults officially) and just told the hubs that it seemed they finally reached this phase where they were cool to let me be me and have it not impact their identity. It is truly a maturity thing – and some people never get this phase – but I recall when i did – it was in my 20s and I let my momma do her thing and I stood proud – even when she would sing way too loud – i just smiled and let her be her….

  4. rochellewisoff

    Dear Rowena,

    Once my son told me that if anyone ever said to him, “Your mother wears army shoes,” he could say, “Oh, you know my mother.” πŸ˜‰ Fortunately my boys embraced my eccentricities and developed a few of their own.
    Hopefully Charlotte will come to realize her mother’s cooler than all the cool kids combined. Loved the story.



  5. Rowena Post author

    I remember going shopping with my mother and running into the cool girls ie mean bitches and wanting to hide behind the clothes racks and running off from Mum not so much to get away from her but to get away from them. Mum was rather annoyed and I couldn’t articulate at the time that I was having such a hard time at school.

  6. Rowena Post author

    Your boys had an excellent response and I’m going to pass that onto my kids. Actually, I think it will be good to have that discussion with them.
    My kids also have their own eccentricities but it can be challenging with my daughter as she becomes quite OCD and particular while I’m quite the opposite. I might have to use a similar line with her.
    Best wishes,

  7. Rowena Post author

    Yes, the idea appeals to me as well, especially now that I think of it in terms of scaring the kids in front of their friends! That could be a lot of fun being the mad mother. I’d imagine requests for lifts would dry up so it could well be worth it.
    Best wishes,

  8. Rowena Post author

    Yes. It’s been a relief to watch the conformity decline with each successive school reunion. At the 20th one, all but a handful including myself were dressed in black. However, when we met up last year for the 30th, there was diversity and no clear stamp upon the lot of us anymore. What a relief!
    Best wishes,

  9. Sandra

    Great story. Some day the daughter will understand the desire to be different. Until then, I suspect there’s an endless source of embarrassment waiting for her.

  10. pennygadd51

    I love that hat! And you capture that teenage ‘thing’ so well…you’re so embarrassing, Mum! And wait until the television news reports on the Melbourne Cup feature…the hat! all of a sudden, mum becomes uber-cool.

  11. 4963andypop

    Love the hat and the story. You can smell the kid’s anxiety. And what a cool mom, to be willing to wear that hat in public! In a few years, she’ll have a hat of her own.

  12. granonine

    I think my 40-year-old daughter thinks I’m having a second childhood. I’m not. And I’m not senile yet. I just don’t care anymore about behaving or dressing to please other people.

    Good story, made me smile I love the hat πŸ™‚

  13. Rowena Post author

    LInda, I’ve been feeling quite liberated myself lately and I’m sorry its taken me so long to reply to your comment. I’ve relaxed a lot in the last five years and have noticed the same among my friends. Last year, I attended my 30 year school reunion and there was an absolute diversity of outfits and looks. However, at the 20th reunion all but about 3 women were wearing black. We were as bunch of clones…at least, for the night. I do find myself opting for “the uniform” in potentially uncomfortable situations like school reunions. It can cover-up a multitude of sins and eccentricities.
    Best wishes,

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