There are two peculiarities of the English way of life that I cannot give up... well three if you count a Jack Russell obsession. First the hot steaming cup of tea made precisely with boiling water... yes Darlings...it does make a difference.
Second the art of hat wearing...
Every wedding or horse race requires a specific chapeaux to complement the event....
When I head home I make a bee line to my favorite hat shop where I find both the ready made and those bank breaking, toe curling custom creation that I can’t resist.... the layers of feathers and flowers always get a raised eyebrow from Mr O... who sticks to the “least said easily mended” mantra....
There is an absolute requirement for all weddings. Day time require a statement piece large enough to make the pew behind you mutter under their breath. A must is netting covering one’s nose....it protect the nostrils from the whiskey infused fumes coming from the congregation, which has just come from a three hour pre- wedding session in the nearest pub.
An evening wedding requires a fascinator to complement ones frock, something feathery, large enough to make a statement but small enough to not turn into a boomerang on the dance floor... taking out the mother of the bride is apparently frowned upon ... no matter how fabulous your hat is...
So if you see me coming through the airport with a giant hat box and an exhausted cats arse frown... Botox fix required..Know that I have spent the last twelve hours expertly navigating several airports, a couple of international flights for a triumphant return with my latest creation... yippee.. pink fizz coming up.
Next up the gg races in April..
Tally hoe...
