The Mad Hatter

I wish I could wear hats. I am probably the worlds biggest hat aficionado who never actually wears any.

It seems to be due to a sad and awkward combination of big 'sticky-outy' ears and bulbous head, that cause every possible contender to be reluctantly put back on the shelf.

It is this unfortunate predicament that has come between me and my closeted hat fetish. Oh how I pine for that perfect cashmere beret or crocheted baker boy cap. But alas it isn't meant to be ...

oh well, I shall just have to settle for shoes ...