Royal Ascot is viewed by many as the pinnacle of the horse racing flat season – there are no jumps on this course unlike the Grand National which sees horses trip and fall. It’s a fabulous reason to spend the afternoon with friends sipping on Pimm’s, champagne or something equally as regal while watching these incredible animals racing. It’s quite an event.
However there’s no escaping the biggest draw of Royal Ascot, or indeed any large racing meeting: looking the part. Especially on Ladies’ Day. When the opportunity arose to head to the Royal Borough of Windsor and Maidenhead, believe me it required a serious operation.
I’m a self-confessed shopaholic. I take time to identify the look I want, experiment with variations on the look, before finally settling on the detail.
Men are traditionally quick shoppers, but experience tells me this is rapidly changing. Gone are the days of picking something off the hanger and buying it without trying it on. I’m a prime example of searching high and low to find the right look, no matter what the cost.
So when George at Asda gave me and a friend the chance to attend Royal Ascot looking dapper in their line of men’s occasion wear I of course accepted.
After deciding on how I wanted to dress for the day, it was time to find the perfect attire. I wanted a three-piece suit (well it is Royal Ascot after all) less the top hat. I’ve always snooped around their clothes section – I seemed to spend half of my life in the Rugby store during my lunch break. While I’m not going for the evening unless I win BIG in which case I’ll be flying to Monaco, this particular ensemble jumped out at me.
I tried it on for size, and loved the look. Even my chaperone for the afternoon thought it’s a great suit, and believe me readers, when he’s dishing out fashion advice you know it’s worth listening to.
We had a great time yesterday, making a whopping £250! Not bad for a £10 bet I’d say! War Envoy was the horse of the day, for me. As we were attending on Ladies’ Day, it was great to see some lovely lady bloggers head to the races in their evening dresses too. Everyone made the effort to look the part, and despite some sunburn and sore feet, it was worth it.
Thanks George at Asda for the experience, it was the epitome of British indulgence. Perhaps next time I’ll manage to get The Girl to come along…