Hats

I wish we wore hats. When trying on my grandmother's old hats for a wedding this spring (they were all too winter-y for my dress), I discovered that she has one made entirely of pheasants feathers. My grandfather shot the pheasant and had it made for her. My life is clearly an inferior one with no pheasant feather hat. Aside from the pheasant part, it's a rather stylish hat.



I particularly like hats with veils.

















And then, of course, there are green ones:























And you have to love the feathers!