But after I’ve unstuck my pink stilettos from the grounds, please.
The soil is quite moist from the precipitation we’ve been experiencing. I aerated (free of charge!) about 80% of the green you see below:
When I wasn’t feigning absolute comfort in the most impractical shoes in the entire place, I was relaxing in style under the -speaking of which –Philadelphia Style Magazine tent.
What is this event,you ask? Why, the Radnor Hunt Steeplechase of course! I was the very fortunate guest of my dear friends at the Brandywine Polo Club who joined forces with the Style mag to produce the most luxurious tent-mosphere I’ve ever had the privilege to enjoy. The furniture, the florals, the displays, all were thoughtfully arranged and delightfully polo-philic.
These mini arrangements were scattered throughout the infield seating area.
These chaise lounges were borrowed from my future powder room:
Lush, green grass is a nice touch.
If I hadn’t been wearing fishnets I would’ve taken the heels off and dug my feet in.
Look at the bridle bits! My love for all things equestrian is making it hard to write.
Below is a solid gold chair crafted by hand from three generations of British royalty on loan from Will & Kate’s personal collection.*
In the tailgating area the classic cars enjoyed their moment in the sun.
The theme this year was the Great American Novel. First person to leave a comment correctly naming this story gets a taxidermy treat from me!
I’m sure this tasted just like chicken.
Old Man and the Sea, complete with Mr. Hemingway himself!
I met a lovely woman named Heather who had a daughter competing in the hat contest (thankfully there is a child’s division so no “accidents” had to happen to the little dear); they invited me to this particular tailgate where, along with the Old Man, I encountered an entire roast pig!
Some friends of the Polo Club (and female players!) were hosting this tailgate, the theme being Moby Dick
Up by where we’d set up the Polo Club table, there were some tres classy air-conditioned portopots complete with pump flush action. This stall came with enhanced instructions. It’s hard to see the wording but some clever little scamp wrote “otherwise you might catapult shit onto the ceiling”.
She may have been overestimating her strength just a tad.
Back down infield at the Phila Style tent, a handsome gentlemen stopped by with his horse to chat. I wasn’t able to catch it but his four-legged pal took out a woman’s mojito in one gulp. Can’t blame the furry guy.
My new friend Claudia! She’s one of the players at the Polo Club. I can’t wait to watch her play.
More friends of the Polo Club. I just adore how effortlessly well they all match. Total eye candy. Listening the Portuguese being playfully shouted back and forth didn’t hurt either. At least I think it was Portuguese.
My all too gracious host Branden Walsh, polo-phile extraordinaire, with a beautiful mystery woman standing on a chair. Note the flip-flops. Very intelligent. All the ladies seemed to know what they were doing and wore flats or wedges.
This adorable little lady wore boots. The nicest boots I’ve ever seen, I might add. She was learning how to shake hands and properly greet people when we were introduced, but her and I made a silent agreement that shaking hands is totally gauche and real ladies curtsy. And so we curtsied to one another and if I had gotten a video of it your heart might break.
Parked next to us was a gentleman and his wife and their antique Packard. Silly of me not to get a picture of the entire car but I certainly enjoyed posing inside of it!
That damned smirk…
Oh! Right. That’s my ribbon for taking third place in the ladies hat contest. While I am absolutely thrilled; I really need to work on getting a different color ribbon. I thought the blue hair would clue the judges in on what I was aiming for…
Thanks to the Daily Local News for this lovely photo in their online coverage of the day:
Back to that Packard: I had the presence of mind to take a shot of my view from the steering wheel, seeing as I have no clue when I might get the pleasure of sitting at the driver’s of one of these ever again.
Oh hello! The owner was emphatic in telling me that my sitting in his car had added a significant amount of provenance to it. I replied that his Packard had done likewise for my seat. And there begins the slippery slope of dirty jokes that I’ll leave up to your imagination.
Considering the world was supposed to end on Saturday, I think it’s fair to say I would’ve gone out in style. Speaking of which, it didn’t occur to me until late in the day that every stitch of clothing/accessories I had on was from WILBUR Vintage. I didn’t even plan that; but I guess I love the shop that much.
For more pictures covering the event, please check out the photographs my new pal Juan Vidal took throughout the day.
*Bev-tale? You decide.