For the Melbourne Cup, I wanted to wear a hat made by a local milliner, but we arrived too late to find one — the city was already shutting down in preparation for the races.

We headed to an antique mall called the Chapel St. Bazaar that happened to be open, as antique-store owners are apparently indifferent to sporting events the world over.

After an hour or so of digging, I came across a clothing stall stocked by a local milliner.

Bingo.

The shopkeeper at the front said the milliner even studied under the late Paris Kyne, an incredible Melbourne-based hat designer.

I worried over it for a few minutes, then decided to take a leap. So what if it was a little over the top?

 

 

 

My concerns were unfounded.