

This post is dedicated to Weddingbee reader beanchar, my sweet bean, who one fateful Bee TV broadcast night found me the hat of my dreams.
You see, I wanted a certain Mr. Monopoly vibe at the wedding. Someone even threw out the idea of a cane too, but even I knew to draw the line. But I was set on a top hat. Now groom Petunia was a no-go, but the 8 year old just couldn’t say no. And that’s how we ended up with a top hat-stylin’ ringbearer, here walking down the aisle with his arch-nemesis looking on (that would be the six year old in the light pink dress):
The hat made its rounds, too. First BIL Petunia donned it for a while, though there is no evidence to prove it. Then my younger brother took it for a spin:
Of course, a certain bride rocked it for a while, too:
How could I resist?