British Wedding Hats!

My dolls, I'm so excited to show you the fabulous hats from my cousin Will's wedding! So, at a traditional British wedding, the mother-of-the-bride and mother-of-the-groom are pretty much required to wear hats. Choosing a hat can cause some stress, as you can imagine.
Here's the mother of the bride. (Poor Will looks like he's had too much smiling for one day!)
Here's the mother of the groom, with her awesome feather.
Other guests can wear hats, too, if they'd like to feel fancy.
A cool twist on a hat is a "fascinator," which is basically netting or flowers that you clip to your hair. This white fascinator on white hair works beautifully, and the green number is really rad.
My sister Lucy made her own fascinator with a peacock feather, which she was loving until this exchange:
Lucy: "Do you like my fascinator?"
Uncle Donald (pictured below): "Oh? I thought your hair was just a bit messed up."
Lucy: "Um, no, it's a feather."
Uncle Donald: "Oh. Yes. Well. At least that pheasant did not die in vain."
Lucy, quietly, to herself: "Pheasant?"
But, in the end, the star of the show was our grandmother, who looked like she had been plucked straight out of the 1920's. None of us grandchildren had really seen her all dressed up before, so of course we were loving it. She also knew all the words to Moon River, which was awesome.

P.S. Manny Rocks

My aunt Janey just sent another photo of our little cousin with the pink Champagne habit. Keep those eyes open, Manny, you can do it! What a legend in the making.

English Wedding

Even though it was last week, our trip to England already seems like ages ago. So I was thrilled when my aunt sent the photos over this morning. This batch was taken at our cousin's wedding. Congratulations again, Will and Emma!
A nervous groom with his mother right before the ceremony.
After the church ceremony, the bride and groom were showered in rose petals before riding off in a horse-drawn carriage.
My twin sister Lucy wore a peacock feather in her hair.
My sister Lucy and our uncle Hamish.
My cousin Eleanor (aka "Bunny"), my grandmother's pearls and me.
Alex and my cousin Jeremy preparing to toss confetti.
My cousin Alexander (aka "Manny") enjoyed five glasses of pink Champagne. When warned about the effects, he said gallantly in his British accent, "It takes more than this to get Alexander Schute drunk!" Moments later: He was found puking in the luxury port-a-potty.

Tomorrow, I'll post about all the incredible hats!