All Hats on Deck

What better way to spend a sunny Saturday in early spring than by grabbing your girlfriends, popping your collar, slipping on your yellow Sperry's and heading to Long Island's North Fork with your very own wine glass in tow? (Perhaps the popped collar and boat shoes were my nod to college days an at east coast liberal arts school, but nevertheless, you get the point.)

Pindar Vineyards was the first stop on our thirsty romp out east. As if several middle aged men knee deep in a carafe of 1995 Cabernet before noon was not entertaining enough, in walked a gaggle of 20-something girls decked out in their Kentucky Derby finest. Had it been mid-August, and not early April, the white linen dresses and enormous straw hats might have been apropos. But on a 58 degree day, at 10:45 in the morning, the get up was more akin to costume than couture (assuming that they had been going for the latter). I love a straw hat as much as the next girl, but there is a time and a place for everything (the Hamptons in July? Spring break down south? A Sunday in Central Park?) Perhaps the hat-herd began their wine tour before sunrise, and the warmth from the '97 Pinot Noir eviscerated any need for actual clothing (and all judgment as well). Never a dull fashion moment!