Hookdeedoo Hat

On this brite sunshine morning I help “le blacksmith” unload tools from last nite’s BACKYARD BLACKSMITHING PARTY. I love those words and the thought of fire so alive at a party of friends.

It’s a beautiful thing to marry a dreamer who forges and wears a Hookdeedoo hat in the middle of July.

Watch the Tour de France today and think about fire.

The Blacksmith’s Wife.