If there’s one thing I love, it’s a good party. Especially when that party involves fun friends, delicious food, cute décor…..and costumes! So of course, when my horse-loving friend Liz decided to host a Kentucky Derby Soiree for the girls, I was *pumped.*
She assured us that no prior knowledge of the Derby was required <good, because I have none!>, and instructed us to come in our Sunday best, with candy bars for betting, and the biggest, most creative Kentucky Derby hats we could dream up. Now that I could do.
After a little Pinteresting <yes, it’s a verb now> I set out for the Dollar Tree to make my Derby hat dreams come true. I decided to go with borderline gaudy vs. a big, beautiful hat…mostly because, let’s face it, it’s waaaaay easier to find gaudy at Dollar Tree than it is to find beautiful. <If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!> I settled on a fairy inspired hat, complete with pink money for “betting” and trophies for the race winner…sure to inspire my horse to “fly” to victory.
All the husband could do as I made the hat was shake his head and repeat how thankful he was he didn’t have to be seen with me in it…but I know that what he realllllly meant by that was how impressed he was with my creativeness. He just didn’t have the words to verbalize that, I’m sure.
On race day I got all dolled up, pulled on my pink gloves <also from Dollar Tree> like a true Southern lady, and cut a few fresh roses from our backyard gift to take to our lovely hostess…carried in a mason jar, of course.
Heels, gloves, and a veil over my face…what more does a southern girl need?!
The party itself was charming…mint tea <she grew the mint herself!>, a table filled with girly food, lovely ladies all gussied up, and the hats….oh the hats. Gloriously large hats.
Our hostess taught us all about horse racing & helped us each pick a horse to bet on…then hooped and hollered louder than any of us when the horses actually left the gate.
Once the dust settled <literally!> it turned out that the horse I was betting on <Golden Soul, I believe> came in 2nd! I had no clue where my horse was while the race was happening <kind of like how I can’t keep track of where the football is during a football game> so I had quite the celebration when I figured out my horse had placed.
We had so much fun at the Soiree that we decided maybe next year we should have our men dress up & come along….oooooooor maybe not. *wink*
KEEP CALM & SOIREE ON!