No Luck

My only winning horse.
Today was the Melbourne Cup luncheon. I was sure that with the spread of horses I’d managed to collect in the various sweeps, bets and the calcutta that I’d win something–I had 11 different horses in the field of 24. But not a single one of them came in.

Flemington in felt.
But no matter, there was still the “fashions on the field” contest to come.
Tracey, Ashley and I laboured over the weekend on our hats, constructing a three-part racetrack from felt. I designed and sewed the hats together and the three of us decorated them with little horses, flags, a grandstand, start and finish lines. We even included sponsor logos.
Alas, we were trumped by a wide-brimmed feather-covered hat with marshmallows dangling from it like the corks people used to hang from their hats to keep away flies.
Better luck next year.