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The invitation to Jenny and Bob's 70th Birthday Garden Party read: "Wear a hat or a fascinator".  I'm sure many ladies clapped their hands with glee and gave a delightful squeal at the prospect of dressing up to suit the hat.  I, on the other hand, am strictly a practical wide-brimmed sunhat kind of girl, so I dollied up my sunhat with some flowers and found an outfit that vaguely matched the hat.

 

As I watched the other guests in their finery, I identified fellow sunhat wearers who smiled smugly in the knowledge that their practical hats would do duty for many years in the garden, at the beach, and on long walks. Of course I couldn't help admiring the fun-loving ladies who'd opted for the perky, frothy fascinators that served no purpose but to be, well, fascinating! The quirky creations were paired with every type of outfit, ranging from monochrome catsuits with cheeky cut-outs in all the equally cheeky places, to long flowing frocks.

 

And then there was Jenny: elegance personified. She's that rare creature that sails into the room, every quivering plume of her magnificent hat perfectly matched to her Paris-inspired ensemble.  With impeccable timing of the dramatic and theatrical, she sprinkled her stardust over her guests and held them in the palm of her hand. 

 

So, dear reader, you can keep your hat on, change your h-attitude about hats, wear many hats, or even eat your hat. Hats off to the hat!