I went out for a walk. My feet carried me straight to a hat shop. God is my witness!
You're expecting what comes next — that, like a grown, smart and independent woman, I bought myself a hat?
No. And only because the next day a vet visit was on the schedule, where a hundred and fifty euros were already going on deworming pills and shots alone. But the temptation was strong. 🦉
I carried the pain of the phantom pillbox hat into the group chat — we dug through the website, daydreamed about how lovely it would be to show up in something like that at the races, jumped onto the racecourse page and found out: the summer races are this Sunday, and the next ones aren't until October.
— Mum, I hope you're not going to place any bets?
— Do I look unwell to you?!
— ......... yes
Also, I'm fairly sure it was made out of a kitchen placemat — watch the video. By the way, that thing on the headband, the almost-a-hat, is called a fascinator — you can take a closer look at them here.
Hats and horse racing are inseparable, like Lenin and the Party. But few people know that in Britain it isn't only about luxury, a strict dress code and royal horses in Berkshire with their Royal Ascot, where the most beautiful hats in the world gather. There are plenty of more down-to-earth places too — where the beer comes in plastic cups and the hats, let's say, end the day slightly askew.
And, most importantly — I'm not writing all this to you for nothing. The hat theme is quietly easing its way into the trend. Carefully for now, mostly in the form of those straw "pillboxes", without the daring brims — but they no longer startle anyone on the street.
Three links to worthy beauties:
P. S. The cats ended up costing 350 euros. Three hats!!!!!!!!! 🐈
By Yanina Tcibulskaya
