Monday, May 19, 2014

...she went to a garden party

Actually, it was a tea party. An invitation arrived via post, the mail that is, inviting me to a tea party, a Derby Hat Tea Party. My first response was, "I don't own a hat for such an occasion!"

But little did I realize that I was on to one of the most enchanting and engaging pursuits. I discovered several consignments shops all under one roof in town with a plenteous supply of vintage hats. The fun was just beginning. I entered my own little world that morning. A woman who was by herself, a woman trying on hat after hat, a woman laughing aloud and talking to herself.

Several hours late, I walked out of the store carrying a bag bulging with five vintage hats.



This is the hat I chose to wear to the Tea Party.
 With the vintage white gloves, absolutely!

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