I love Beyonce. I loved her with Destiny’s Child and I loved her when she went solo. I loved her performance in Dream Girls (she should have been nominated but whateva). I loved her channeling Pam Grier for the 2 minutes I saw that one movie and I loved the one hoop earring that she rocked in the same movie which I myself have sported both accidentally and intentionally. When in doubt you can scan her catalog of music asking yourself, “What would Beyonce do?” and sure enough an answer would could be found, whether it be about your finances (Bills Bills Bills) or your current list of priorities (Me, Myself and I). Beauty, brains and class as Patty Stanger would say (whole other post) is what she’s got.
At the age of 12 I was the first in my Catholic School to wear a hat to our free dress days, sparking a wildfire trend amongst the other students. I collected red hats, purple hats, berets, fedora’s, you name it. If Blossom Russo would wear it then I would too. For my eighth grade picture I even wore a red fedora a’la Debbie Gibson (before she became Deborah).
Total. Fashion. Victim.
Had I had known ahead of time the amount of inspiration the Royal Wedding would offer me in my millnery skills I would have been more prepared. Instead my 12 year old self was blind-sided when I saw the array of absolutely gorgeous, unspeakably ridiculous, outlandish and beautiful hats that were peppered throughout the congregation of Westminster Abbey on April 29th. And I didn’t even see the ceremony live. There I was at 10 o’clock that night watching fabulous after fabulous flash across the screen: Victoria Beckham! Chelsy Davy! Princess Beatricie and Eugenia! That woman in the forrest green sequined outfit, hat to toe! The list goes on and on.
Maybe the nostalgia was too great to take, maybe I dream of a time when hats are worn all day, everyday or maybe I am just getting back in touch with that girl who tried her first hand in fashion way back in 1990. Either way I say Way to Go women of England! A tilt of the hat to you and a giant thank you for letting me remember the fun and beauty that is the well-worn chapeau.
The Author in her own creation. Special thank you to the Scrap Exchange in Durham for their 5 dollar craft bags, without which this hat may have never come into existence.