When the opportunity came knocking to attend the Royal Ascot, I freaked out. The closest I came to a horse was a pony ride when I was 10. Or maybe the equestrian themed Hermes scarves I used to collect. So this country bumpkin asked her friends on Facebook, "Ladies, do you just stand there and watch horses run round and round at the Royal Ascot?" I re-read my words later and cringed.....utterly daft. No words....Just...arghhh.. A couple thought it was hilarious but seriously.......where's the idiot emoticon when you need it?. And then I read about the dress code. As in dresses. Literally. And fancy hats. If you've been reading my blog for a while, you'll probably know by now that I rarely, if ever wear dresses.
So I invited someone I know within the blogosphere who's well versed with the event, Jasiminne to come along with me. I had no idea what to expect but the journey to Ascot was buoyant with masses of excited and glamorous looking folks boarding the train. It was utter madness when I arrived at Ascot train station. There were police, guards and even the army came along (Jasiminne was mad for those sexy blokes in uniform) to gather donations. There were video cameras and photographers with massive telephoto lens jostling to find the most eye-catching hat or outfit.
Meanwhile, I stood there and gawked goggle eyed as swarms of beautiful people poured out from the entrance of the train station. It was a short walk from the station to the racecourse. I was in awe of those who braved the walk and lawn in stilettos. I spied a fair share of bloodied feet and then there were others who limped...and limped...and limped. When we arrived at the grand venue, I whipped out my miniature camera and surreptitiously papped the ladies but promptly forgot about the dapper looking gents in attendance.
There were jaw dropping beauties which nearly caused me to have a whiplash as they sashayed past. Flawless make up, picture perfect hair, movie star glamor. And then there were the weird and wacky - a homage to My Little Pony or that stuffed cat which at a glance, looked real.
God must've answered my prayers because the weather was unbelievably warm and sunny. Everyone had the same idea and swiftly booked to have afternoon tea on the lawn and inside the marquee. I would've loved to perch my tush under a shade and continue to people watch as I sip tea from dainty porcelain cups and bite into cucumber sandwiches.
Jasiminne suggested that we nabbed ourselves a prime spot to watch the Royal Procession. Bless her. I had no idea so I trailed behind her like an obedient pup. I've lived here in the U.K for 7 years and it was my very first time seeing the Queen (check out the video above). I didn't expect to stand a few meters from her carriage either so this Kiwi girl did a silent squeal while trying to maintain a semblance of maturity and composure. Ack...heck..who cares about looking good??!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, I SAW THE QUEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNN!!
Shoes: Office Kingdom Ghillie flats, Nicholas Kirkwood sandals and Essie nail polish "She's picture perfect"
We didn't end up taking a selfie of the two of us but we managed a shoefie instead.
Outfit: Panama hat, Etoile Isabel Marant Lexy jacket, Etoile Isabel Marant Gemma dress (on sale!), Miu Miu sunglasses, Hermes Cape Cod watch, Hermes Kelly and Nicholas Kirkwood heels
Thursday was the day of many firsts. First time a thet Royal Ascot. First time seeing the Queen. First time being photobombed by such suave and good natured gentlemen though they gave me a fright when they suddenly appeared next to me.
Thank you to Appletiser for the invitation to the Royal Ascot this year and Jasiminne for the lovely company and the shots of me!