It's a little bit blowy out there... So instead of wrestling with a brolly that's doing its damndest to turn inside out and have me looking like an Irish wolfhound that's been dragged through a hedge backwards, I'm opting for some stylish headgear instead. I do love a hat, and am mainly partial to a fedora or a trilby. But I love the idea of really upping the style stakes in a vintage-style cloche just as much as I like slumming it in casual gear and a woolly baker-boy. And when those snowflakes start to drift down from the winter sky (let a girl daydream that London winters are just like Disney winters...), snuggling up and looking all ski-bunnyesque in a faux-fur number gives me my own Dr Zhivago moment. The less said about hat hair the better, though, really. That's when dry shampoo comes into its own...
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