You’ve counted on the Kerry Blog for all of your crazy hat coverage of the Royal Ascot for the past nine years. This year’s theme seemed to be: subtle. You’ll see what I mean.
Our patron saint of hats, Princess Eugenie wearing a flying saucer with matching dress.
Big Bird’s blue cousin taxidermy.
Homegirl took her Franklin Mint horse plate and put it on her head.
Aren’t the horses supposed to wear those around their necks when they win?
I like this nest she removed from her garden.
Budget Beyonce.
Red Hot Chili Pepper
Piano keys? I’m lost here.
Once upon a time when asked about Paul McCartney’s high pitched “oooos” in early Beatles songs, Little Richard said “I did that first.” Honey, Princess Eugenie did that hat first and better 8 years ago.
Girls, there is a difference between wearing a hat and a hat wearing you. I’mma let y’all guess which category you fall into. P.S. Honey in Yellow, I know you’re a star, but that looks like a Dixie plate with coral frosting on it. A Dixie plate is a paper plate, for my non-American readers.
I’m calling a spade a spade.
Girlfriend called me last night and said “I can’t pick a flower for my hat” and I said “Girl, wear the whole damn florist’s shop and be sure to get some banana leaves because they would go with that banana leaf dress you have.” And she was like “yeah, you know that’s right.” And I was like “uh huh.”
Girlfriend committed to her Queen of Hearts look. Total disclosure: I’m getting that dress.
Letting her freak flag fly.
I wondered who stole my sunflower wreath.
Props to Mr. Subtle for going along with Ms. Cray Cray’s emotional support peacock-loving self.
Put a bird on it.
I love cotton candy as much as the next girl, but that’s going to be a bitch to wash out.
“I was told there would be hats. I’m just gonna stand here and drank my drank. Hat? Who’s wearing a hat? I’m not wearing a hat, you’re wearing a hat.”
Fallen Red Hot Chili Pepper
Full disclosure: I’m wearing this right now. It also doubles as my Golden Globes costume.
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