What happened to the hat next...!

So at last, with slightly sore little spindly fingers (after way too much hat sewing action and hand puncture injury) I went to the ball...well Ascot really.

I began the day with a light breakfast...

Well kind of... does liquid count..?!






And ended it sober as a judge and as spinsterly as Miss Marple ...

Mmm. Lovely cup of Earl Grey....!








With my twenty quid winnings I skipped (ok... more a post-heel trauma limp...) home!

La Fin!