I finally booked our plane tickets for Katy and Mark's wedding in June. Now all I've got to do is find my Mother of the Bride outfit.
But not this one. It's far too shiny and rather too Grandmother of the Bride for my liking. And the hat is perfectly hideous.
And Katy says I'm not allowed to wear a hat. But how can I be mother of the bride without a hat? Maybe a fascinator would be the thing? Maybe not. I'm fascinating enough without wearing one of those silly articles on my head. Anyway I've a head like a turnip. Best not to draw attention to it.
This is far too pale and not a bit interesting. The head dress is vile beyond belief.
Now this is a hat I could live with. Totally my dream outfit. And it won't show the dirt. Wedding here I come.