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.
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.