Diamonds 2014--Sartorial edition

Diamonds starts each day of the regatta with the plaintive wail of Scottish bagpipes--incentive to row faster to flee the funereal tone set by the music.

Once our ears stopped bleeding and we'd recovered from our music-induced depression, team members noted how just about everyone had embraced the 'kicky little skirt' suggestion from the start of the season.  Kate took it to a new level by introducing the 'kicky little dress' option.

One piece, no buttons or embellishments, found in the bin targeting the Amish rowing community who eschew anything fancy.  Kate accessorized her new dress with a plaid fanny pack (detail below) which we are told are no longer just for the Rockport-wearing, Europe-touring elderly American crowd.  At least according to Kate.  As soon as I see Kim Kardashian wearing one, I'm there.

The day dawned threatening and a little wet and grassy, and only the youngest among us was smart enough to come prepared with kick ass Wellies.  (Rain) hats off to you Jessie, who styles her wellies with a coordinating cox box.  Cutting edge.

Twins separated at birth, Kathy and Kate, happily found each other again through rowing.  So many life parallels and coincidences, it just became self-evident.  But that's a story for another time.  Here we catch Kate whispering to sister Kathy, 'sweetie, those are straps, they go on your shoulders."  Her teammates, however, salute Kathy's innovation--the strapless uni--and look forward to its availability in the Boathouse team store.

Remember, if we can't win, we can at least look good losing.  And really, what else matters?

Finally, many of our younger rowers noted that some of the older women we were rowing against looked rather like, well, men.  Oh you young, nubile girls, you don't yet know that menopause can be oh so cruel.  Case in point, the napping rower below from Carnegie Lake.  My advice to her, hormone replacement therapy.  I'd rather live a few years less than live them looking like her.

Row row row,
Susan