“The Untamed Momma Bear”
Alright F-bomb moms, gather ‘round, because I just made a hat that looks like it crawled straight out of a damn campfire, shot me a dirty look, and said, “That all you got?”
This light beige vegan suede menace has been torched, scorched, smoked, beaten to absolute hell, and then distressed again just for the trauma. She’s super beat to shit in the sexiest, “I survived three toddlers and a PTA meeting” way.
The image on the back (yes, backwards—read it while you’re behind me ) is a momma bear stomping through pine trees with “Wild and Free” engraved like a warning sign to anyone who thinks you’re approachable in Costco.
I decked her out with two crown ribbons—pink and off-white—wrapped her in brown cordage, slapped on two pink cordage Xs, dropped in a brad and a rivet, added my signature boho flower, and gave her a feather because she felt spiritually connected to chaos.
Let’s be honest: this hat is ONE SIZE. Which means she’s gonna fit most of you like a bad attitude. Totally expected. Steam the hell out of her with a kettle, steamer, or boiling pot, let her cool off for a minute (unlike you), then cram her on your noggin and let her dry into your exact “I don’t have time for anyone’s bullshit today” shape.
This hat is for the feral moms.
The F-bomb droppers.
The “I love my kids but also holy hell” crew.
The wild, unapologetic women who laugh loudly, live messily, and do not tone it down for strangers.
“The Untamed Momma Bear”
Alright F-bomb moms, gather ‘round, because I just made a hat that looks like it crawled straight out of a damn campfire, shot me a dirty look, and said, “That all you got?”
This light beige vegan suede menace has been torched, scorched, smoked, beaten to absolute hell, and then distressed again just for the trauma. She’s super beat to shit in the sexiest, “I survived three toddlers and a PTA meeting” way.
The image on the back (yes, backwards—read it while you’re behind me ) is a momma bear stomping through pine trees with “Wild and Free” engraved like a warning sign to anyone who thinks you’re approachable in Costco.
I decked her out with two crown ribbons—pink and off-white—wrapped her in brown cordage, slapped on two pink cordage Xs, dropped in a brad and a rivet, added my signature boho flower, and gave her a feather because she felt spiritually connected to chaos.
Let’s be honest: this hat is ONE SIZE. Which means she’s gonna fit most of you like a bad attitude. Totally expected. Steam the hell out of her with a kettle, steamer, or boiling pot, let her cool off for a minute (unlike you), then cram her on your noggin and let her dry into your exact “I don’t have time for anyone’s bullshit today” shape.
This hat is for the feral moms.
The F-bomb droppers.
The “I love my kids but also holy hell” crew.
The wild, unapologetic women who laugh loudly, live messily, and do not tone it down for strangers.
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