Two spies who came in from the cold

Brrrr, it is bracing today, a perfect time for a winter hat. Eddie and I visited our local Next today to try nda find a new winter hat for me. I didn't find a faux fur Cossack hat that I have seen online, but tried on several warm fluffy things.  Eddie is modelling a faux fur Trapper hat (above). He wasn't amused.

I tried it on and laughed at myself, as I looked like an old Siberian hunter. I was only missing high felt boots and a gun. Not exactly for me (but it does look gorgeous on a young model on the Next website, sigh). Let's move on the next hat.

The teddy bear hat or a Character Trapper hat (as it is officially named) looked very cute on Eddie. As for me, I thought that Pippi Longstocking would probably look like that once she hit her 40s.

"Mummy, that's for girls", says Eddie.

Another trapper hat was very warm and cosy and I nearly bought, but I set my heart on the Cossack hat, which I will buy online. In the end we left the store with a new jumper for Eddie, which is absolutely gorgeous. All this shopping business is so exhausting for men. Poor little man fell asleep in his pushchair, hugging his teddy.

A Mad Hatter

...or should that be a Hatterette? I love hats and hardly ever go out without one.
This is my latest acquisition, a new hat from Next.

On a recent walk with Sasha and Eddie, a man in his late 50s saw Sasha and me in hats and made a silly comment: "It must be genetic for you to wear hats" I asked him coldly "Do you think I was born wearing a hat?"

Hats for me are what shoes and bags for many other women. In fact I hate shoe-shopping, it is always an ordeal for me, I usually grab the first comfy pair and buy. Wearing hats is a different matter.




Seeing my new hat, my mother-in-law who is visiting this week decided to go out and buy one for herself. This is the hat she bought, a lovely hat, but I decided it is not me. Not my colour.

This is one of my old favourite hats. I still have it. This is a photo of little Sasha and me.