At last, after over ten hours’ hard labour, I’ve finally finished.
My fingertips are red raw and all feeling has gone, my eyes are strained and my bottom lip’s bleeding from being bitten under intense concentration, but it’s all been worth it. It took 900 drinking straws, but I’ve made myself the finest straw hat there ever was.
What’s that? I’ve misunderstood the meaning behind Straw Hat Day…?
About the author...
Rich is a copywriter and social media manager who loves writing about random things in his spare time. Between weekly posts for Days of the Year, he can be found on his blog, Facebook, Twitter, Google+ and Instagram. He also writes short stories within 140 characters on his @tinyweefiction channel. If you see him in the street, make sure to wave (he's 6'4" with glasses, a beard and rockabilly hair - can't miss him).