Race day flair

We’ve received a wedding invitation where dress is ‘lounge suit with race day flair’. It makes perfect sense, given it’s the Spring Racing Carnival and all, but I am a little perplexed since I have no experience of the Bird Cage at Flemington.

‘Race day flair’ really depends on your experience growing up in Melbourne. For me, it’s knowing the code to your dad’s phone betting account (off by heart at age 8). For innercitygarden, I imagine it’s the seriousness of bookies’ odds and the calendar of race days*. Race day fashion has always been a little tricky. Jean Shrimpton certainly had flair turning up in a shift dress without hat, stockings or gloves. She may as well have performed a striptease according to the raceday standards of the 1960s. This was Melbourne after all, not London.

I don’t think we’re looking at Kath and Kim ‘tizzy’; and I certainly don’t want bogan flair that involves orange spray tan, a dress that is too short, too tight and too wrong. So, what else to do but reach into fabric stash on an early spring day on an uncertain hunt for flair.

* Since it’s the Bloke’s side of the family with the wedding, it’s her side of the family that will need to babysity the lad. ‘But it’s Derby Day‘, her mother exclaimed.


1 Comment

  1. innercitygarden said,

    September 21, 2008 at 5:52 pm

    I am stumped on the matter of babysitters. As Grandpa once said when attending his neice’s wedding during the Ashes: “Don’t people think of these things?”

    Between that and the registry. I haven’t made any effort on the fascinator.

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