Old Hat

Spring Carnival is the one time of year when no one stares at me when I wear a hat, although never let it be said that I would wear a common sinnamay fascinator on my head. I am celebrating Cup eve instead with a new vintage hat I recently added to my collection: a 1970s straw that I bought on eBay for a song – I couldn’t resist its candy pinkness.

Isn’t the painting in the background darling? I snapped it yesterday, a new addition to the walls under Richmond Bridge – I love that the horses are drawn in the simple style of cave paintings. There are four in a row, and the jockey on the lead horse is looking back as though he can’t believe he is so far ahead.

Tomorrow dawns on the day that will stop a nation, and we Victorians are awarded a public holiday, hurrah!