Would you believe another hat in Paris? That's right - hats in Paris (get it, get it?!).
Matt and I were in a department store, I think it was Printemps (because I am sure you care right now, but this is for posterity people!).
This hat, alas, did not come home with me. It was yellow fur. YELLOW FUR! I do not suit yellow fur. If I was blonde and babe-a-licious I might suit yellow fur. However, I am not.I put this hat on as a joke to scare Matt. It worked. I scared Matt. We took a few stealth photos before any sales people could come and hijack our photos. Seriously. We were in peels of laughter. They were fast approaching, and I was quickly, quick as a flash self-portraitising. We are probably the funniest people in the world. Well I am.. Matt, he's not funny. I am definitely the funny one.
Please ignore my wonky nostril. Maybe I am going to get some nose hair clippers for Mother's Day? Gosh, a girl can dream can't she?