Dress: eShakti — Sandals: Goodwill (Aerosoles) — Hat: Gift from Leah — Necklace: Gift — Earrings: Hand-me-down — Ring: Target
What can I say? On Friday we had a hat contest at work in honor of the upcoming Derby, so of course I had to wear this one.
It is still, and will probably always be, my most favorite hat–not only because it’s so damn beautiful but because it was handmade for me by a dear friend, so I think of her every time I put it on.
Alas, my hat and I didn’t win the contest–we didn’t even place, losing out to hats with intentionally garish ribbon and one with toy horses glued to the brim. That’s okay, though, we still had fun.
Here’s where I confess that I’ve never actually watched the Kentucky Derby, or any other horse race, for that matter. In college I did spend a lot of time thinking about what I’d name a racehorse if I had one, which is obviously the best part.
At the time I favored an inventive vulgarity–Fuckpickled Thundercunt–which was coined by an internet friend for unrelated purposes, but now I’m not so sure. They probably wouldn’t allow it. What are the rules of racehorse naming, anyway? I know a little about show dog naming but nothing about horses.
Either way, this year’s Derby winner, Orb, seems like a waste of good naming potential. Maybe I’d name my horse Fancy Damn Hat and be done with it.