Haute Couture

We went to Molly and Ken's wedding last weekend (hi guys!  It was beautiful) and Margaret dressed to the nines, whatever those are.  In fact, I think it possible that she dressed to the tens or elevens, but the dials don't go that high, so it didn't register.

We have a team of grandmothers handmaking her clothes, you know.

Anyway, my mom made two absolutely gorgeous outfits for the rehearsal dinner and the wedding itself.  Here is the rehearsal dinner one.

And here's the wedding.

As day turned to night and things got colder, she swapped her coat for a sweater, and added some somewhat less coordinated legwarmers.

Oh, and she succeeded in taking off her shoes, which she regarded with a good deal of skepticism right from the start.

The outfit for brunch, made my Leo's mom, can be viewed here.

Anyway, over the course of the weekend, it became clear that Margaret was a baby with a hat for any occasion.  It's a horrible reputation to have.  What happens now if there's an occasion for which she lacks an appropriate hat?

The pressure is just too much.