Ladies Day…

Today marks the official beginning of summer, and as I opened the curtains in my apartment this morning, I was greeted by a disheartening sight: a steady drizzle falling from the sky beneath a blanket of dull, grey clouds. The stark contrast between the expected warmth and brightness of summer and the dreary weather outside made my heart sink, leaving me on the brink of tears.

Yesterday, I tanned my legs in the brilliant Knightsbridge sunshine; today, I am contemplating a coat. What is going on?! Above all else, today is Ladies' Day at Ascot, and I have a rather magnificent little silk outfit with a wide-brimmed hat that doesn't marry too well with mud splashes! I want a little continuity. Is that too much for a London escort to ask?

Tantrum aside, I was picked up promptly at 9:30 am by Clive in his sleek BMW 4x4. As I observed the considerable width of my extravagant hat, Clive swiftly exited the driver’s seat, retrieved an umbrella, and insisted that I remove my elaborate headdress (considering he had chosen this particular piece for me, it seemed he should have anticipated the complications it would bring!). With a hint of reluctance, I carefully unpinned my hat, making a concerted effort to avoid getting its feathers damp, then gingerly swung my sheer, stocking-clad legs into the passenger seat. With that, we were off on our adventure.  

As we drove, Clive filled me in on the day I had missed, relaying tales of his horses' impressive performances. He was notably discreet about how advantageous the odds were in his favor, though he gave me a cheeky wink and assured me of a weekend getaway in Milan once the event was over. A broad smile spread across my face at the enticing idea of soaking up the sun while indulging in some designer shopping. Indeed, Lady's Day promised to deliver all I had hoped for. 

To describe the atmosphere as a mere 'sea of color and fabric' would be an understatement of epic proportions. The scene was awash with vivid hues and innovative designs: luminous big hats adorned with vibrant flowers, fabulous fascinators perched precariously, and an extravagant use of netting, gauze, and floristry. I couldn't help but wonder how these daring women managed to keep their elaborate creations from wobbling off their shoulders amidst the bustling excitement of the day.

I have yet to enjoy the fruits of lunch—instead, the fruits of fabulous champagne (more!), but I'm looking forward to seeing these dazzling peacocks by the time the rain has soaked them and the booze has sozzled them. There may be a middle-class brawl like last year! Who knows?