(Image via Net a Porter)
I didn't think that anything could induce me to want to wear a baseball cap but this grey wool Stella McCartney cap is so elegant I have a serious hat crush.


Liv looks like an Amazon, I do really love her. And Stella! You think she looks ok? Are you quite mad?? She looks like a character in a Jackie Collins novel for God's sake. No wonder she can't support her own head, her brain is clearly dribbling out of her ear. It reminds me of what Kylie wore on a talent show a while back.
I hated that too.
Well! Knock me down and call me...Hayley! Why not? It's what Ann & Stevo had me christened and apart from the hugely comedic references to my own personal comet and the irritating fact that I suffer from the hellish HAYfever (arf arf) it's a perfectly sound name. So yeah! Call me that. And don't actually knock me down. Instead lets just sit quietly, grab our lattes and take a look at Kate Hudson.
found KH slightly bland and would much prefer a bit of Goldie. And then there's the love life, I mean FOR REAL? Owen, not Owen, Owen again blah blah ad infinitum. I have no interest. But suddenly I'm starting to question myself.