HATS

Over the years I have amassed a decent selection of hats, if I do say so myself. Woolly hats, mind you, I don't suit the formal kind (wish I did). I love what a nice knitted hat does for a winter outfit but I do hate the dreaded hat head. Is there any way to solve that annoying hat mark on your forehead or the flattening of your hair?

1. H&M tam o' shanter

2. Bobble hat from Interstate, Endell St, Covent Garden 

3. Primark wool beanie 

4. Peruvian knitted hat, gift from my Mum when I was but a teen. 

All pictures taken with Instagram 

CHRISTMAS IS COMING

I'm gearing up for Christmas. The weather is suitably chilly, the lights are out and the end of my contract is in sight. To celebrate, I give you my Mum, in all her Christmas finery. 

A Head For Problems

Yesterday I posted a picture of me wearing a hat. I love hats, but I never feel entirely comfortable wearing one. I think this was the last time that I felt truly 'as one' with my head gear.

Hats off to the V&A

I went to the V&A the other day with my Mum for a talk about Fine Cell Work - a charity that works with inmates to give them a new skill (needlework) that they can do during lock down and make money to support themselves and their family. Check them out - you can buy products 'off the shelf' made to a certain pattern or they take commissions. 


Anyway, as ever I managed to turn a cultural experience into an opportunity to shop...well, the V&A shop is pretty damn gorgeous and I defy anyone to not see something in there that takes their fancy. My Mum bought lots of quilt related goodies and I went for homewares (retro tea towels - how domesticated am I?) 


There was one thing I didn't buy, that I am now regretting. I fell in love with this hat. I can see it being a summer staple and great for a pale English rose (cough, ahem) like myself.  I just love the trompe l'oeil detail, which I think gives it just enough wit for people to realise that you are not a total fashion ponce swanning around and pretending to be old Hollywood glamour.