sistervanian

My gigantic queen mum (r.i.p.) hat arrived! Although I'm higgly tempted to find some huge pink ostrch feathers and a black bird to hot glue to it, I doubt that I will.. I mean I don't want the hat to be bigger than the bride and that girl is like 300 pounds.... It's very tempting not to wear it around the house in my pajamas and sip Bombay Sapphire gin from a bottle hidden in my Chanel copy handbag that also only contains doggy treats for Prince EdWood, with all my pearl jewelry on and say things like "I remember back in the war, we didn't need stockings, we just drew a line up the backs of our legs so our boys could have parachutes!" and "Drinking problem? Whatever do you mean young man! I've got no trouble drinking at all! Have you seen Churchill lately? Drinking problem my arse! I'm 100! Now where did I put that Dame Barbara Cartland novel! I must visit the royal powder room at once!"

Okay last time I post my favourite hat ever I promise!
Peas!
SisterVanian