The Derby Hats were nothing Roy would have produced in his Bergdorf salon but in the land of Walmart shoppers you have to give them credit for trying. And I do.
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Lady Marjorie never wore diamonds in the country but then it’s Derby Day.
The finishing touch to any showy hat is a dashing escort.
Foundation garments optional
He wanted a hat too, you know he did.
But the flag was still there–unfortunately.
In comparison, the Mexican straw doesn’t quite cut it.
Really a size 4 but more comfortable in a 14.
The sherbet section
The first turn
Dad wore his best ball cap
Color me pink and black, color me taken aback.
As president of the Garden Club she had to wear it.
Lawrence Welk worthy
The eye is drawn to the orange
Sipping her lily
There’s something about her.
You can always tell a lady by her hands, Mr. Jenner
Homage to Cecil Beaton
Potato chip frills
After Derby it’s off to Sandringham for the grouse.
Smash that camera
A little lip rouge wouldn’t have killed her.
The pink conga
Staying hydrated in a field of buttercups.
Hmmm, if those crinkles could talk.
The hat is very important but so is the footwear.
Not everyone made it to the track
That belt again.
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