What are you doing this weekend?

Oh, the first weekend in December—always so many things to do... And I never get to go to any of them! But that's okay—it'll be better where I am. So I'm taking this moment right now to invite you personally to join me. Yes you. Please come.

This weekend is ArtSpace Maynard's annual Holiday Sale. I'm part of the organizing team, and I can tell you that we've put so much into making this event be more diverse and creative than ever before.

Forty-six artists will be showing their varied works. How varied? Well, you know I'm good for the hats, but we also have a woman who makes giant garden leaves out of cast cement, painters, book binders, jewelers, potters, enamelists, fiber artists, and some that are so cool and hard to explain that I won't even try. Suffice it to say that it's going to be a really cool show.

I've been not only working on things to keep your head warm, but also on head adornment so you can make a fantastic entrance into a holiday gathering. There's nothing like a hat to bring out a smile in people—trust me.

So pardon me for getting you such late notice—I've been so busy making things. But I do hope you'll consider a drop in. Coming the first day will get you the best selection, but there will be loads of things to take home and wrap.

The sale runs Friday–Sunday, but the hours are different each day, so pay attention. Friday, December 2nd, 5-8 p.m., Saturday, December 3rd, 12–5 p.m., and Sunday, December 4th, 12–4 p.m.
63 Summer St., Maynard Massachusetts. There's a parking lot in the back of the building accessed by Concord St.

New Title

The new/old painting I'm trying to finish has a new title—I think. I'm calling it, "I Never Smoked a Cigarette".

Back to the Painting

Some of you may have been watching as I worked my way through, into, and around a painting that I started back in June/July. I'm sure I mentioned that I get these bursts of creative energy, during which time I feel a strong urge to make something other than a hat. Usually that urge lasts four to seven days, and during that time I need to make and complete what's whirling around in my brain. For some reason, if I don't finish in that time, the piece just won't work—the story changes, the images become irrelevant to me, the whole thing just stops making sense and falls flat. And that's what happened with this piece. But I'm stubborn, and I don't like to start something new until I've finished what's already been started. So, difficult as it was, I kept banging my head against this piece trying to make it "move".

I haven't posted anything about it for a while because the struggle was too much for me to share. A couple of times I thought about throwing the whole thing in the trash—that would have forced me to let go of it—but some friends in an artists'salon that I attend encouraged me to keep going. I'll be seeing them again tomorrow, and that, combined with the urge to create, has brought be back to the painting with more energy. I'm trying to finish it.

I'm including in this post images of how the image shifted as I worked—layers on top of layers, the "story" changing with each window of time that I was able to work on it. Things that seemed important often got covered up, other things got moved around, new images came in.

From the Salon I got two really good ideas that helped me move forward. When the piece was over all visually too loud, Steve Bogart suggested painting the whole thing with a thin layer of brown so that I could figure out what was really important to me. Somebody else, not sure who, asked if there were any part of the painting that I actually liked. There was a strip. It was suggested that I somehow divide it from the rest of the piece, maybe with a line or something. That made sense to me. So you'll see that at some point, I took a knife and cut a section off.

I think that's saying enough for now, but looking at all of these images, it's always a wonder to even me—how does one get from point 'a' to point 'v'? Art is a gamble, a terrifying process of fits and spurts. I never know quite where I'll end up.

Two Minutes of Spitting

I'm sorry, but I can't help but post this. It's about my daughter and how cute I think the now-three-year-old is—and that always seems a little cliché. Still, I'm going to post it.

At the end of the summer she was learning how to spit. If you think you want to watch two minutes of spitting, be my guest. If you want to ignore me, please do.

The next day she actually got it. Her dad told her that what she needed to do was say the word "two".

For the record, what I've asked her to say is, "I'm spitting in the sinK."

Funny Experience

I've never wanted fame, or at least, that's what I thought.

My husband and I went out on a rare date to a nice restaurant called Sprigs—eat there, it's fabulous. I wore a nice dress and topped my head with my "spider" hat—a tentacle-y thing that sits in my hair like a grip of wild dreadlocks.

A couple of women got up to leave and as they made their way toward the door, one woman started to timidly approach our table. She's going to comment on my hat, I thought. And she did, but the interaction that followed the comment left me laughing. Here's how it went:

"I like your hat!"
"Thank you. I make hats for a living." (A phrase I'm constantly saying.)
"Are you Denise?"
"Yes, do I know you?"
"Denise the hat maker?!"
"Yes."
"I saw your work at Paradise City." Then, leaning toward her friend, "I told you it was her!"

She seemed thrilled to have met me in the real world, and I had, for a moment, a very petite and humorous moment of fame. How fun. How funny.

Thanks, whoever you were!

Day One of Open Studios

Well, day one of our annual Open Studios is done. This year our studio manager made a change and decided to not have our event in conjunction with the local town festival. Not sure if it was a good or bad idea. I guess we'll know by the end of the day tomorrow.

We artists talked about how it went, how the turnout was. It seems that no matter what, I always talk a lot, so my throat is sore anyway. But I certainly didn't sell in the volume that I usually do. I could blame it on lower numbers, which I believe was the case. Or I could blame it on the economy, which most agree is in the toilet. But I think I'll blame myself—I didn't make hats to please the masses this time. It was a choice. As you may know, I've been doing other things this year—making two-dimensional art. So I'm not upset by my lack of sales. It's still fun putting stuff on peoples' heads.

Visitors who noticed, were pleasantly surprised by my mixed-media collages. Some asked me to tell them the story of this one or that. Taking my friend Paul's advice I said, "It would be so much more interesting if you told me what you see." And it was. People saw all kinds of interesting things. For a few clips, I got to be entertained. Nice.

Still one more day to go. My feet are sore and I'm beat. Time to go kick back. A chilled glass of wine would be nice.

If you're interested in coming, tomorrow's calling hours are noon to five o'clock, 63 Summer St., Maynard, Massachusetts.

And the Bride Wore...

She wore a hat, of course, one of mine! Oh, I was so thrilled!

Let me give you a little background story. Fellow artist, Lisa, was going into her second marriage—the right one—and bought a wedding hat from me last year before she had a dress. Several months later, she found the dress of her dreams... but it don't go with the hat. And now we were tight on time. I looked at a grainy picture of the dress taken with an older phone. Would I be able to get anything in time? I got her original purchase back, so I could keep in mind what looked good on her, then I thought about the graceful flow and folds of the dress—very classy. I had a straw that seemed like it might match. Little did I know it was a perfect—the exact color! I sculpted something up, hoping it was right, and bingo! We had a new hat.

You never know how these things are going to turn out until the wedding is done and you see some pictures, and what pictures they were. Susan Huszar is an excellent photographer. I used her myself when I needed some shots done. When I saw the pictures I was blown away. The bride looked gorgeous and the hat looked magical. Looking at the photos I can't imagine Lisa without this hat—it simply had to be this way.

I am so thrilled to have been able to be a part of this wonderful event. I'm including just two for you to see, but I may have to post more. Apparently I haven't seen all the wonderful shots that were taken. When I do, my heart will melt and I'll post again. In the meantime enjoy these. And if you're looking for a fabulous photographer check Susan Huszar out: http://www.susanhuszar.com/

When I Grow Too Old

I've always liked this song. I like to sing it around this place that I call home. I also sing it in the car. Of course, one has to be in the mood to sing something so sweet.

Rain on my windshield

I was going to walk to the studio in the rain last night, but didn't—a smart decision given how much rain was falling when I left. When I got in my car to go to the studio, the streetlights were shining and casting cool shadows on my arms and clothes—I've loved that since the first time I noticed it. I decided to take out my camera and try to capture some of the coolness that I was seeing. Apparently, the raindrops were a little startled to be captured for mass consumption. Funny how my sleeve looks like a hat.

This one's a real kicker!

Boy, this most-recent collage is troubling me! One night I nearly cut it in pieces. Somehow i'm trying to keep the faith that it will all turn out fine.

I guess that's part of the creative process—not knowing, but having faith anyway. Sounds religious, which I'm not. It's certainly a kind of trust, trust that I'll be able to make it work out somehow. Maybe all these paintings aren't meant to get whipped out in five days. Maybe some are meant to stew a bit. It's hard to not know.

I have a hard time because I'm torn between painting and making some hats. The painting has been very fulfilling, and when I look at all the collages I see a depth of my expression that just can't come from making a hat. But there will be two more events this year, at which people will expect to be trying on hats. Balance. I was never very good with my balance—I'm all lop-sided. Hopefully I'll figure it out.

The Painting Continues... Painfully

So I'm still working on my painting, but it has been a painful struggle. I keep thinking that I'm saying something, and then next thing you know, I'm not saying a damn thing. Still, I don't want to give up on it.

Here you go, watch the struggle with my minimal comments.

Added brambles to the bottom.

Got rid of big, clowny footprints. They know they're there—I let them go.

Added gear and watch face.

Studio mate commented on the little girl and how she didn't seem to belong. He was right, but removing her was hard. I tested it with a piece of paper first to make sure. Added a pomegranate and six of the seeds.

Just plain struggling. Studio mate tried to be helpful. Rejecting his ideas can be very insightful. Though I say it's a bit of a random process, I guess it's not that random. There is something that I'm looking for, and I can't find it in every image I pick up.

My other three mixed-media collages have come back from the framers. Maybe I need to hang them in the studio so I can remind myself about the technical details that I like about them. As I fought with the current piece, I thought back. I kept coming back to the word "movement". This piece seems so flat. In those other pieces there's all kinds of movement. Movement around the canvas, seemingly movement through time, and through depths on the two-dimensional surface. That's where I need to work now—hopefully that's where this is headed. I guess this is where the magic happens. I hope I can pull it together because yesterday I was ready to cut it in pieces.

The Deadline of "Mazu"

Well, I managed to make the deadline with the headpiece. It was a very tiring experience and my understanding of the project seemed to get less clear the more tired I got. But a few of the right words and it made more sense. I delivered and I think it's good—it serves the purpose of what it's trying to do. Red was to be a dominant color as the character represents "Mazu" an Asian sea goddess who is often portrayed wearing red.

A New Commission, a Crazy Deadline

A friend of mine is making a very short (five minutes) independent film. In it is a scene of a girl wearing some head adornment. The deadline is this Thursday at the latest. There's a lot to do. Here's a sketch for you to see.

I'll try to post more images later. Right now I'm in the get-it-done phase of the project. Hopefully it will all turn out well. It's been such short notice that I'm stuck just using materials I have on hand in the studio. Wish me luck.

Let's Pretend I Have Your Attention

So this next post shows the work that I did last night. It's starting to come along. The story is getting louder.

And louder.

I'm starting to see things in it, so I'll start pulling and pushing parts.

There, I didn't even say very much.

Collage 4

There's a perfectly bland title for a blog post "Collage 4". Nice.

Well, here I am again. I've been making marks on a canvas for a few weeks now, with no sense of where it might go. It was a painful struggle because I desperately wanted to feel a story in me. I started imagining borrowing other peoples' stories, but Good Friend Paul talked me out of the untruth of it—the lack of personal resonance. Maybe he didn't exactly say it that way. Maybe he just texted something like, "Stick with your own story." Whatever the case, he's probably right.

Rather than go on and on about what I've been working on, I'll just do one post with a timeline of progression. I might stab a few words between the images to give you a sense of what my mind was trying to accomplish, the steps, if you will.

Step 1. Find the canvas that needs to be obliterated.

Step 2. Dig out a Sharpie® Marker and begin to talk about random things that come to mind.

Step 3. Rotate the canvas and paint over the whole thing because you can't find your way around. Heck, it worked last time!

Step 4. Glue on a bunch of images that seem like they might have a story to tell.

Step 5. Ask myself what it is that I'm trying to accomplish—ask right on the canvas.

Step 6. Glue more things down, try to reduce the number of elements, comment with Sharpie® again.

Step 7. Cover all of it up with a color that I can't bear and will want to get rid of.

Step 8. Take out a Sharpie and try to make some image marks.

Step 9. Wonder what the heck I'm doing, but try to go with it anyway.

Step 10. Start filling out the shapes that I've made with collaged paper.

The description sounds sterile, and I'm sorry about that. The whole thing is a bit like tuning into a conversation. At first it's faint, but by and by it gets louder. I can't really say that there's a story here yet, but there is a kernel of one. Paul wisely told met that I shouldn't really talk too much about the contents of the work. At first I wasn't sure, but when I gave it some thought, I decided he was right. Let's say you hear a song, and you're really into the lyrics, and you think you know the story being told. Well, let's say that you got to talk to the singer/songwriter and they told you that the story was about a furry pet hamster that they had as a kid—not your story. The song would lose its meaning to you. So, in an attempt to allow my image to mean something to you, my limited audience, I will refrain from psychoanalyzing it. You, however, are allowed to completely psychoanalyze your response to it.

The Brown Hat: on my head

I released the brown hat from its block last night. Here's a picture of it on my head. I don't really like pictures of myself, so bear with me. I love the hat though, and set about making a couple more sculpted pieces last night. We'll go to the studio in a bit to see if I managed to make anything worth wearing.

These remind me of little sculptures I used to make out of Sculpee when I was living with my then-boyfriend-now-husband one summer back when we were in college. I didn't know what I was making, or why I was making it, but I loved the shapes, the folds, and the shadows. Sadly, I don't have any of them left. They each would have fit in the palm of my hand. I remember painting then, too. My best friend from college still has a painting I did of some Peonies(back then they just looked like really big roses to me).

Back to Some Hat-Making

I made a couple of hats this week. I had forgotten how much I enjoy the process of creating felt. It's a very tactile experience, and I'm a tactile (if fidgety) person.

Right now there's a hat drying on a block in my studio. Very sculptural. I'll release it from its shackles later on this evening. The style may be an indicator of what's to come for the fall, but one never knows. Will this mean working strictly sculpturally? Just in solid colors? I don't know. I guess I'll let my hands make whatever they feel like making.

Another Title Change: "Bind, Bond"

I saw my good friend Anthony tonight. I brought all my canvases with me. He's good at listening and asking questions because it's part of his job. Our mutual friend Paul insisted that I should take my last piece to show him.

I had two-and-a-half hours of deep conversation with my friend about the artistic life. I revealed each piece in the order of creation, March, April, June. When I handed him the last, he hesitated, removed his glasses, wiped his eyes. It meant something to him—he saw the story he had written. And before I even revealed the title to him he said, "It's a bind and a bond." Yes, that was exactly right. So in that moment the piece got renamed. It is "Bind, Bond". It makes sense to me.

He said he'd buy it, but I'm not ready to part with these things. I suppose sometime I'll make too many pieces and I'll get tired of piling them up. Who knows?

I left smelling of incense and feeling like I had people who could hold my work in their heart. I am eternally grateful. Anthony, if you're listening... thank you.

"Bind, Mend": Complete

Well, this has been an interesting journey. Sometimes it seems I start out saying one thing and then end up saying something completely different. No one can doubt that the beginning and end of this piece are like night and day. Let's review, shall we?

The creative process is both extremely painful and unbelievable thrilling for me. And taking the photos—well, I just know that where I start is not where I'm going to end, so I have this need to document the journey. I guess it's to help remind me that all the steps (even the bad ones) need to be there.

I've said so much about this painting that it will seem repetitive, so I'll just post my final picture and talk a bit more about the creative process, I guess.

My friend Paul has been looking at my posts. He called me yesterday and, not trying to influence me or anything, told me what he saw. We did a storytelling event on Saturday, and a dear friend read a story that, well, it could pretty much be represented by this image. I didn't even think of it, and I was right there hearing the story. I made this a couple of days later. Yes, it's a lot like that story, but I don't think it's that story. Still, it's nice to see that it has some universal qualities to it.

I'm always a little sad when the work starts to come to an end. I have this feeling that I want to start up a second canvas right along side to see if I can hang on, keep the energy going, but I can't. I have to go into a kind of dormant period. Maybe I'll make marks and glue things down, but they'll probably end up all covered over. That's fine. It's part of the process. And there's always this fear that the creative fire won't come back, so I worry a little. Maybe you worry, too, like you'll never be that good again.

When the painting is done (and I think it is) I start to want to just sit with it, as if it were a friend of mine. We'll hang out in the studio and I'll look at all its parts to make sure they're right. Hopefully I'll get a chance to do it tomorrow. I'm starting to lament not having more wall space in the studio. Maybe it's time to take down some mirrors.

I'm not going to be modest here—I'm really pleased with the way this (and the two other paintings) have turned out. Somehow, I can't believe that I made them.

New title: "Bind, Mend"

So I wasn't really happy with the title Outside. It was okay, but didn't quite seem right. Yesterday, while I was working, the title Bind came to me. Then the word Mend. So the two are now together in the title Bind, Mend. Let's hope that sticks.

I've realized that it's important for me to share these pieces I've been making. Somehow, the sharing keeps me from drowning in it. Nobody came to the studio the past couple of nights, and I found myself getting sucked into the visuals that I've created, the art zone. Having people around helps keep reality in check.

Here's a picture of the painting in my currently-sloppy studio. What a mess!

A friend suggested an interesting idea—that I invite writers to tell me the story that I've created. So, I can't tell you the story, but you can tell it to me. I'm sure it would be a fascinating collaboration. If anyone is interested, I'll be happy to read.

I'm nearly done, but I'm not sure when I'll know for sure.

"Outside": Step 7

A lot of struggle with this last night. Maybe it's because nobody came in to distract me. Again, I stayed much longer at the studio than we're supposed to. But it's hard to leave it when I think there's still something I can do. I prefer to leave when I'm just thinking about it. I think that's enough to say about this.

Oh, there is one thing that is very striking about this collage—it's amazingly luminous. When I see it from across the studio it just glows.

"Outside" the next visit

I'm already at the point where I'm pushing and pulling with this piece. It seems hard for me to imagine that it's close to finished, but when I start being careful, it's a sign.

Last night I went to the studio and worked until after I was supposed to be gone. A fellow artist stopped in rather late—I thought I was alone in the building—and took up a badly-upholstered seat to talk to be about life for a bit. I suppose it was another good distraction. She said she enjoyed watching me work. Yes, it's fun watching other artists make their stuff. It seems a bit like magic, even to those of us who like to make stuff.

I have a series of images here of how the piece progressed through the night. I put some pieces onto the canvas, hesitated, and ripped them off. I put something else in their place. Then I decided it was a mistake to have removed them, so I put some back. I put in an image that I like—a girl walking down a path, her back to us. It seemed to follow some of my edges. It was there, but slowly faded away. The skirt took a hit.

I don't know where this is going, and I sure as hell don't know what I'm doing. Still, I'm right here... doing it.

My friend Paul says I put holes in everything. I don't have one in this yet. I wonder if one will show up. I won't force it.

This last image is just a detail shot.

Collage "Outside": Step 5

My friend Paul decided that he'd come and see my older works and what I had been painting while we were on the phone. So that's what we did last night.

He's a writer—a storyteller—and he came with some short pieces he had written. I had a chalky yellow canvas and snippets of images that I was hoping to use at some point for something or other. So while we talked and I listened to his stuff, I tried pieces of paper out on my chalky yellow board. Again, the distraction of his art kept me from having to drown in my own, so I was at the periphery again. And it was fun letting him watch the process. I tried not to behave any differently then I would have otherwise. He'd toss words of encouragement from time to time. And though I couldn't see it because I was all up in my piece, I was actually making something.

This is the fourth or fifth direction for this piece, but I think I finally have a bite on the line. For now the working title will be "Outside", but that may change if a new title reveals itself. It's hard to say that I like or don't like these pieces I've been making—they're not easy images. I guess I feel like this is coming together right.

Collage, Step 4

A few nights ago I went into the studio and started trashing my collage again. Out came the Sharpie® marker and I began to do a critique right on it. I wasn't very kind. I didn't bother photographing it because it included a lot of four-letter words.

On Sunday night I started covering up everything. There was a lot of dark there, and I didn't think I had earned it—you can't just go painting dark randomly. So there I was with my cheap paint brushes, using gesso as white (I love how chalky it is), and some of that burnt yellow that I never bother to remember the name of. I also decided to turn the thing horizontally.

My friend Paul gave me a call, and while we chatted about a storytelling event that we had done at ArtSpace Maynard, I painted randomly. It was a good move. I wasn't trying too hard. It was like I was painting in the periphery.

Collage: Step 3

I felt like I was getting too caught up in trying to make something, so I opened up my book of fairy tales and just started pulling pieces and gluing them on. In the end, I had "Mary Had a Little Lamb" in the center and Monsters and bits strewn all about. I didn't really like it, but hey, it's part of the process. It certainly was a big difference from the last iteration. I never said I knew what I was doing. I think I'm just going through some motions until something just feels right. It's as if I were a patient fisherman waiting for the pull on my line. Bear with me.

New Collage, Step 2

After the first trashing of my canvas board, I started adding visual elements. I wanted to include some bones, so I took my anatomy book with me to the studio. It was not long after this that I really had to get ready for, and attend, Paradise City Arts Festival, so it got put on hold.

Time for some more collage: Step One

Paradise had me busy, so I couldn't actually finish a collage that I had started about a month ago. I'm ready to really work on it now, which means I can start posting images of it.

First step: Choose the appropriate old (college?) painting to trash. With that task done, I pulled out my Sharpie® marker and started to insult it. It's cathartic.

After the Show

Well, Paradise City ended more than a week ago. As much as I love doing the shows and helping people try on hats, it's exhausting. But it was a great show, if unbearably hot—in the 90°s and no air conditioning. I have to feel a little grateful that the tornadoes came through Western Massachusetts after we were already back home, safe. (My family's out in that area, and fortunately, they're all okay.)

Of course everyone at the show wanted to talk to me about the royal wedding and all the hats. Literally, anyone who came into my space mentioned it. It had its benefits. It meant that people were more open to the idea of wearing hats. I didn't seem to have to drag people into my space, as if I were a dentist, as has happened in the past. I invited them in, they mostly came, they didn't bother trying to resist me—it's pointless, anyway.

The show opened on Saturday, May 28th, and I sold more hats in a single day than I ever have before—sixteen to be exact. I guess all the serious art buyers know to show up on the first day. I had made a lot of new pieces, and some were spectacular. After selling that many hats, and each one-of-a-kind, I felt like my space looked a little bare. I usually take about eighty hats with me. This time I had about sixty. The holiday weekend progressed and my sales diminished along with my stock—they still happened, but it was more typical. On Monday people were still coming and telling me how much they loved my work, and I'd say, "I wish you could have seen all the stuff I had on Saturday." But that's how it goes. I can't complain about something good like record sales.

There are usually some memorable moments at each show. The best moment came, not from the woman who bought three hats, but from the woman who didn't buy a single one. I wish I knew her name. She was looking at my work and I invited her in to try something on. She insisted that she looked terrible in hats and that everyone said so. And I let her go on and on for a little while about how unfit for headwear she was. Finally I asked, "Can I just put one hat on you? Just one?" She sort of shrugged as if it was useless and she was going to teach me a lesson. So I gave her face a good look and grabbed a lovely straw that I knew would suit her. I had her stand away from the mirrors while I put it on, and then I brought her to see herself. She was quiet for just the briefest moment and then a soft "Oh," escaped her lips, and I knew she could see it. She knew she looked fantastic. She didn't buy the hat, but I didn't care. I had helped change her mind about herself. It was pure bliss. So why didn't she buy it? It doesn't really matter to me. She took my card—maybe I'll see her again. As for the woman who bought three hats... She bought them for herself and her two daughters, aged four and six. I'm sure they were going to make some special events up just to wear them. What an amazing way to create a mother-daughter relationship!

Paradise City Northampton is this Weekend

The studio is a mess. I've been scrambling to finish up all the hats that I started. I was thinking that I wouldn't have much to show because I had spent a good chunk of time working on some collages (see previous posts), but it wasn't as bad as I thought.

Yesterday my photographer came to take pictures of the latest works, which meant I got to see the big pile I had made. We started around seven o'clock and didn't finish until a little after midnight. Of course we were talking about all kinds of stuff while working—he's youngish and still has a lot to learn about life. Uhh, I sound so old!

So Paradise City is this weekend. After this, I won't be doing any shows until the fall, so if you need something from me come out to the show or make an appointment to come visit me in my studio.

I resisted making felt all winter (except for commissions), so I have lots of straw hats to show. And so many cocktail-style hats. I don't like the term "fascinator", I'm not sure why, maybe it's because the word makes me picture people looking at the hat, dumbstruck and oblivious to the wearer. I don't like that so much—the hat should embellish the person wearing it.

If you're around Northampton this holiday weekend, and you think you'd like to get a little hat fix, please stop by. I'll be in booth 711 in the Arena Building. Come tell me what you think of my work.

Denishé at the Royal Wedding?!

Well, my hats didn't exactly make it to the official Royal Wedding, but a good customer (and friend) had a royal-wedding party, and she took my hats along. She was gracious enough to send me a photo.

I can't take credit for the hat in the middle, but the two on the ends are Denishé hats.

The merry makers got up early, wore white gloves, ate scones with clotted cream, and even had a small figurine of the Queen Mum present. Sadly, the Queen did not survive the festivities very well—her head was accidentally knocked off in the excitement of the moment. Perhaps that's a sign of good luck?

Did anyone else out there wear a Denishé hats to witness the event? If so, send along pictures.

Sweet Message

Last week I babysat my six-year-old friend, Alex. He and my daughter were playing together for a good while—dress-up, forts, flying balloons, and an electric typewriter. I left the playroom to go use the bathroom, but when I came back, Alex sweetly handed me a little piece of paper, cut small enough that it could have been the message in a fortune cookie. Thanks Alex.

Royal Wedding Hats: The Good

There were a few wedding hats that I really liked quite a bit. I can't be too critical, it's not like my hats were invited. But there really were some beautiful presentations, where the milliner obviously worked with the wearer and her wardrobe to come up with the right piece.

I'm not one to bother with names, so you'll just have to enjoy the pictures. Could these be any more delightful?