Mrs Edna Wood came into our lives several years ago, after an acacia tree was felled.  Right from the outset she had a penchant for hats, especially with extravagant floral trimmings.  We live in the beautiful Blue Mountains, where rhododendrons and camellias provided her with an unlimited selection during spring.

 

Mrs Wood ready for the Rhodo Festival

Ready for the local Rhododendron  Festival.

Perhaps she went little too far on this occasion, but that’s what people do for the Melbourne Cup.

 

The Garden art hat.

Just…Wow!

Fuschias were all the go in summer. worn with a pretty scarf.

 

Here she is on Valentine’s Day. That’s grevillea with the twin hearts.

 

Garden art

Chocolate heart bonnet.

In autumn she liked to feature just one or two colourful leaves; the fascinator effect she called it  Tulip tree leaves were her favorite, although Japanese maples often appeared.

 

Froral garden art

Golden tulip tree leaves. Simple in style, but effective.

It was always Mrs Brown’s contention that just because  winter arrives, standards should not be allowed to drop.  This next hat was a cool confection trimmed with  Australian native grevillea. I believe she called it  ‘frozen platter’.

 

Garden art.

Oh my, so very cool!

D-DAY FOR EDNA WOOD

Sadly, nothing lasts forever. The awful time came when a path had to be widened, and  poor Mrs  Wood had to go.  Good grief, I could hardly bear to watch. She was cut off in her prime.

Stump art

The end is nigh for Edna Wood.

 

Garden art.

Oh my hat!

 

Wooden hat for Mrs Edna Wood

It’s all over now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Her  timber was so hard that my husband Rob reckoned  she would keep us warm for a week of winter nights. Honestly,the man has no heart. He carried her around to the woodpile ad threw her on.

 

Mrs Edna Wood

On the scrap heat.

WAIT……THAT LADY’S NOT FOR BURNING!

Somehow it just wasn’t right. How could an icon of millinery fashion suffer such a fate?

And then……a little miracle. Somehow Edna got herself down from the wood pile, refreshed her make-up,  found her hat, and trimmed it with the  finest rose in the garden.

Wood art

Never say die.

She set herself up in a new role; Guardian of the Firewood. Long may she keep the stacks free of snakes, white-ants, spiders  centipedes. and log looters. Not that anyone in our delightful village of Blackheath would stoop so low of course.

 

Mrs Wood.

Armed and ready to defend.

 

EXCUSE ME…..I HELPED WRITE AND RESEARCH THIS STORY. NO ACKNOWLEDGEMENT FROM PAULINE CONOLLY OF COURSE,(signed)  EDITOR DES

Editor Des

 

 

 

5 Comments
  1. What a cute story – long live Mrs Edna Wood.

  2. Brilliant – loved it!

  3. So cute! And very creative hats, too.

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