I’ve met Kathy. She really is the patron of whatever team she’s playing for. Super classy lady. I wonder if I can be the Tanqueray of taxidermy?
Sure, why not. One of the players complimented our headwear during the lap; you can hear me thanking him.
In case you couldn’t tell, yet another Sunday was well spent by yours truly taking in a match at Brandywine Polo Club! I gathered up two of my favorite gals and tried out two new fascinators on them.
Pearl is sporting a piece fashioned from one of the vintage hats recently gifted to me; I used a chicken of the frizzled breed with spiky, featherless feathers. Perfect for holding jewels!
I attached a quail head-piece I’ve been working on to the “muppet” fascinator from the vintage set. None of these pieces are finished quite yet; this was a test run on some works in progress. I’m not entirely happy with this one.
This was the first time that I lazed about on my blanket during halftime, opting out of the traditional divot stomping. My belly was full of black licorice, champagne and happiness. AS you can CLEARLY see from this photo there was a horse-drawn carriage on the field, complete with a heralding trumpet player announcing its arrival. That carriage actually seems to show up at every match; I think I need to start rubbing elbows with that lot.
If I could only get up.
Here is Maria trying to cut the end off a particularly sharp spiky feather vein that kept poking Pearl in the neck. I had no intention for the hat to be so dangerous.
Did I mention she’s using the serrated-edge mini-blade on a wine opener? After two bottles of champagne that can be hazardous.
Alas, all ended well. We stuck around and I talked hats with some of the club members; we nibbled on strawberries and called it a day.
A very, very fine day.