Once in a while I get seized by an urge to find and wear
the perfect spring or summer hat.
Not for a wedding.
Not for a garden party.
Just for everyday.
And then sometimes the urge is sufficiently strong
that I go to a shop to see what is on offer.
What is on offer is an array of
completely impossible millinery.
and downright ugly
I try one or two on in an apologetic fashion
and tear them off before anyone has noticed
that they are wearing me.
I go away discouraged.
But I do believe my search has ended.
I found a charming hat on Friday.
Isn't it lovely?
I thought it would go beautifully with this.
But it seems they are not for sale.
They belong to a Mrs Emmeline Lucas.
She is unwilling to part with them.
She had them made especially for her in Paris.
Too too dweffly cross-making.