These are from my brother & fellow racer's visit a couple weekends ago, taken on his phone. If I were more organized, I would have written a brilliant comprehensive study on the remnants of imperialism as manifest in women's fashion, as witnessed in the hats at the recent royal wedding and the Kentucky Derby. And I would have worked in a footnote about the anachronistic wedding veil, since my sister's wedding is in 5 days. Um, yeah... Instead I'll simply point out that my girl likes hats (just like her mom). Though I will refer aficionados of the quirky to
Slate, while
MSN posted a gazillion shots of toppers I'd actually wear, given a bigger budget... and actual tickets to the race. Um,
yeah.
Brimming with options
Whither our heads? Shade? Accent?
Loud horsed-assery.
Pink, rapturous smile.
ReplyDeleteA Giants cap? Passing strange.
Her cups runneth o'er.
so cute. I meant to comment on your last post too - hang in there, sometimes seeing it on paper makes it all so much harder.
ReplyDeleteA haiku'd comment!
ReplyDeleteThat's escalating the game.
Best polish my skills.
And J - yes, thank you. I THINK I'm ok - long tortuous route to get there & may only last the summar, but nonetheless OK. For now. Huh....
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