Hats and Hashbrowns: Hey Breakfast, Get Ready, it's Ladies Who Crunch

Tee: Macy's
Skirt: Ellen Tracy, JCPenney
Bag: Betsey Johnson, Macy's
Shoes: Worthington, JCPenney

 Fabulous Felt Flora Brooch

Fabulous Felt Cora Brooch 

Fabulous Felt Paula Brooch 

Fabulous Felt Sherry Brooch 

Fabulous Felt Heather Brooch

Fabulous Felt Zora Brooch

Fancy hats make a statement.  And that statement is, we're ladies who not only lunch but brunch, ladies who come to the buffet armed with Tupperware containers that say, hey omelet station guy, we mean business.  Because this meal isn't about egg whites and those always-rotting melon balls plopped on puddles of cottage cheese.  It's about bacon and real eggs and pancakes and Belgian waffles heaped high with strawberries and whipped cream.  It's about a feast that deserves a showpiece of a headpiece worthy of its decadence.  And that headpiece is here, albeit in the form of six folksy brooches.

If you've been hanging around this blog, then you know that I've spent a lot of time making faces.  But lately I've been thinking that I want to deck them -- and their hats -- out in more than just simple blossoms.  I want to swathe them in orchards and gardens, anything ornate and excessive that makes people stop and say, "My word, how can she balance all that?"  Newcomers Flora, Cora, Paula, Sherry, Heather, and Zora eagerly second this motion -- as well as their right to seconds (and thirds and, what the hell, fourths).  I've adorned their hats with full-bodied flowers, feathers, and fruit -- the big three Fs in fancy millinery.  And, perhaps (indulge me a little more), life.

These dames, who are neither divas nor damsels, know how to make the most of a meal -- and of their seats at the table.  Indeed, after they drain the last drop of orange juice and down the last bite of Danish, they're off to solve the world's problems.  And then, yes, do a little shopping.

Because as Mattel told us back in the '80s, we girls can do anything -- right, carbie?