What the Lady wore ~

I gave up heels altogether almost thirty years ago.  Too fond of my ankles and too worried about the safety of any and all babies I might be carrying.

The point here is the feather spray on the hat.  I wish I’d thought to shoot the dang HAT.  Made by hand IN AMERICA by real HAT CRAFTER PEOPLE.  Who knew that Ohio had hat crafter people?

Oh, that we had the estate to go with the garb.

I should have lightened this one, but I’m not friends with CS4 yet and my big computer has been swallowed by our Mozy off-site back up.  Another digital snafu.  If it’s not broke – please, please do NOT fix it.

“Oh, Roddy – bring the horse around, do?  I’m to meet Lady Peabody (read: Pibbity) on the downs this afternoon.”

The boots.  She was overcome with their comfort.  I have not asked her if she was equally but inversely overcome after her eight hours in the air and Chicago.  (she was in both – air and Chicago)

Again, the hat.  This shot cracks me up – suddenly, I’m paparazzi?