My uncle used to raise race horses. The special trip to his barns to say hello to each and every horse inside should have sealed the deal on my love affair with horses. Except it didn't.
Somewhere along the line, horses were forgotten and hats won the Kentucky Derby for my heart. Honestly, who couldn't love a hat like this one even if it does make my nose twitch at the thought of all the faux pollen contained in that giant faux daisy.
Some people shy away from yellow. I get that. Maybe you prefer something more traditionally Kentucky Derbyesque. I'm not sure if I could pull off the pink flamingo wearing it's own hat, but every time I look at the picture of this woman under her tangle of flowers she makes me smile. I'm certain we would be friends. I'm equally certain that a mint julep is in her future.
If your not a risk taker, fashionably-speaking, then it probably makes sense to play it safe(r). But still, if you're going to go to the Kentucky Derby you might as well go big or go home, right?
Then of course there's me and my own love of hats. Since I don't get to go to the Kentucky Derby I bust this one out every year for my Halloween witch ensemble.
The kids used to like it but this year they mentioned the witch routine is getting to be a little old hat-sorry just couldn't resist.
Happy horse-racing and hat-hunting.
3 comments:
Love the hat!!! Every year my husband and I humiliate our 10 year old by wearing Harry potter robes when we take him trick or treating!
I love hats! (= The horse race scene in My Fair Lady is a fave-- the hats are amazing! (=
PS My name is Johanna also. Silent H (jo-on-na)
Lizy-love the Harry Potter humiliation techniques.
Jo-smart to go with Jo. I'm a nonsilent H. Over the years I've gotten used to the many and varied prononciations of my name, the favorite being the german pronunciation.
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