That's it then, it's all over, life as a sane Brit has passed me by and I have officially fallen into the Stepford wife camp. It didn't take long, a year or two but I have taken the first step on the slippery slope and I fear there's no turning back.
"Say it ain't so" I hear you cry, but sadly it's true. The weird thing is, all it took was a drop in the temperature and I was done in.
It's 23f today with a windchill of antarctic proportions - how on earth Ranulph Fiennes deals with days in these conditions let alone poor Santa & his elves, I don't know.
So what was it that had me, the simplest of things - a head band!
Now to be fair this wasn't one of those extreme head bands in pink & green that seem to be paraded around here by the stalwart preppy types, who let's face it have probably been so in bred that they don't know any better. No, this was a more sensible winter accessory that cooed and billed at me from Saks on 5th Ave.
Quite frankly it seduced me, along with its mate the cashmere snood. Looking back on it, it was more like a stealth attack, what with it being freezing outside and all.
So the upshot of all this? Have been consoling myself with the notion that I guess it's not quite as bad as the ear muff thing that goes on around here (although I must confess I do have a yellow pair that I meant to hand over to my daughter but haven't quite got round to it yet).
With the proper styling: a cute Nola fur trimmed Parka here, some layered knits there, maybe my faux pas will go unnoticed ...
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