Goodness Me!

I would not reveal this ever to anyone but you, Lady Ursula, but I burst out laughing at the celebration below, hat to hat so retro amidst a sea of immaculate chapeaux. Yes, indeed, I lost my composure. I am ablushed to say that but am certain that with you my secret is as safe as a hair in a locket.

I am abashed also to add that right next to the bride yesterday, I was the best vested bosom around. She as to be expected was beaming with romance and fiddling with her ring as the dress billowed forth and back in the breeze. They do look a happy couple and I will believe in that. I will escrow my cynicism for now.

But sometime during the meal, a slender Lady Geraldine leaned into me and introduced herself as the mother of the bride's best friend, for she--the daughter, Charlene--and the bride, Amanda had been friends since they were three years old. By their pearls you shall know them, an old wives saying reports, and surely, Lady Geraldine, limber in a pale blue sheath dress punctuated with only a string of pearls and immaculate smile, was of the comfortably moneyed. She laid her hand easily on my shoulder and spoke,

"Amanda's parents are very godly people, very godly, very good and godly people. I knew her father and he died of cancer, very young, at 42, but he died contented because he knew, he was sure where he was going, to a good place...."

Lady U: what better way to define oneself and one's affiliations than beginning by praising others? Here is your own perhaps controversial stance and affinity presented in the most complimentary fashion, without compromising one's own hat, as it were.

Imagine a world in which the conversation begins, as directed by Women in Classy Hats and Pearls:

"I know Francois and Francine. They are very good people, very gourmet people."

or

"I know Thelma's mom and mom. They are very gay people, very good and gay people."

or

"I know Lady U and Lady C; they are such good tea-drinking people."

Naturally, I feared for my life, but soon the Lady Geraldine departed for other listeners in need of reassurance as to her approval of godliness. As it turned out, daughter Charlene had been slighted by Amanda who had opted for a less godly maid of honor, a mere Jordan of a girl, a name that did not have the fortitude to end with a flairsome vowel.