If there is any pleasanter way to spend an evening than trimming a hat, I don’t want to know about it. I’m hooked on hats.
We took precious few pictures of my outfit the other day. I didn’t want to run around like an egomaniac gone mad trying to get blog photos. Besides, it was a horrible hot day and I dared not wear much makeup.
I re-dressed-up this morning and took photos in the rain, much preferable to sunshine in my book. Hair from Strawberry Koi, it takes me about 15 minutes to put up.
Many, many strangers complimented my hat. Does any decade do glam quite like the 50’s?
I prefer the late 30’s-mid 40’s for day wear, but what girl can pass up a full skirt, feathers and red roses? Not this one.
I’m proud of him. Over dinner we became rather light hearted and capered on the sidewalk to the amusement of passers-by. So much work to get this far with a child, immigration and trying to become a family, but it happened! Now bring on the post-grad.
I’m more than happy to do a roses/hat tutorial if anyone’s interested.