“Omigawd, those hats are ridiculous,” I exclaimed as Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie made their grand entrance at the royal wedding. (You may have heard about that recent shindig? Or maybe not… it was a very low-key affair.) “I must get one!” So I made Mr. Candy promise to take me somewhere appropriate, like brunch at IHOP, where I can confidently wear my new hat. In the meantime, I’ve gathered pictures of babies in fascinators for all of us to enjoy. And, given my love for baby hats and new appetite for fascinators, you KNOW this is pretty much the holy grail for me.
Sure hope Baby Freedom is secure enough in his masculinity to wear one of these beauties. Not that he’ll have much of a choice. BWA-HA-HAAAA!