Sunday, 26 June 2011
The hat was wonderful. I just loved wearing it. But I no longer envy people (like royalty) who have to wear them all the time. As we travelled very carefully to the wedding in my daughter's car, daughter (sporting a black feathery number, which looked a bit like a dead bird, but nonetheless managed to look glamorous*), we both reflected that people in hats need specially high cars (with huge doorways) to accomodate them. Also, I always forget that kissing under a hat can be difficult. And there was a lot of kissing. It's like having someone come into your tent through too narrow an opening. Awkward, with issues about personal space. That's probably why the queen sticks to shaking hands.
*My daughter always looks glamorous. But I get to wear her cast-off clothes.