Hat Trick, circa 1984.

It's a tradition that every year when Kara and I came home we would try on my mum's wedding gown. Tumbling over the incessant amounts of fabric, it used to hang off of us like an itchy, oversized, table clothesque, confetti-clad antic bearing a shape that had no semblance of the form of a dress. This year it was a perfect fit, and because Mum was four months prego when she got hitched, I did not find this amusing. So instead, I leave you with the ultra-chic hat Mum insisted on wearing, circa 1984.