It was pretty cold at home over the weekend, cold enough that I got some beanie time in. I love wearing beanies, mainly because Dan thinks they look ridiculous and I really love doing things that Dan thinks are ridiculous.
Before we went to the UK earlier this year, I bought a fantastic bright red sequin beret. I envisaged myself swanning the streets of Edinburgh with it on, stopping traffic with my fashion-forward stylings.
Dan agreed. "Babe, between your hair and the hat, you look like a traffic light,' he said, bluntly.
He loathed that beret with a passion beyond his usual dislike of beanies and fascinators and headbands.
Seeing his face literally contort with horror every time I put it on, I eventually gave in and put it back in my suitcase and it hasn't been worn since.
Looks like I'm sticking to more neutral pastel-coloured headwear this Winter.