Tuesday, May 3, 2011

The fascinator

It seems I missed a lot by not watching the recent wedding between William and Kate. Even my father watched it the next day with my mother and grandma.

With no TV or radio, I receive news in bits and pieces, after the fact. I don't see movement, but I see words and photos of whatever matters to the writer of what I read on the internet. Everything comes second hand, filtered through the person who speaks to me, whether out loud or in writing.

To many women, the hats or "fascinators" the women wore to celebrate the royal nuptials were the true...fascination. (What other word is fit to use?) My grandma reminisced about hat-wearing; bloggers asked if I'd follow suit if fascinators became the style here in North America. My mother wondered, too.

Considering more than half the weddings I've attending have been as bridesmaid, bride or piano player, and that daily life gives me little other occasion even to dress up, I said it would have to depend--would I also be attending high tea, horse races and polo matches?

Life constrains us, doesn't it? Yes, you can wear a fascinator; yes, you can learn not to care if others whisper when you do. But where would you buy one? And would you wear it to the movies, dinner, or for a night at home with your husband?

Buy me a fascinator and I'm quite prepared to wear one. But please, along with it bring a place and time that I can sport my new decoration.


P.S. Costume parties don't count.