when I saw a couture hat in a beautiful shop in Berlin a year or so back. I tried it on and it looked fabulous darling! But being a little small, I asked them to make me another that would be more comfortable. I don't recall asking them to scale the whole thing up. When a large pink box arrived in London I could barely contain my excitement until...
The look of dismay on my face was occasioned by the entry of the artist formerly known as my husband who not only roared with laughter but started singing Haul 'Em Down You Zulu Warriors! a number more often heard in the communal bath after a rugby match. Ok, he's still my husband.
I took a deep breath and strimmed it, leaving road kill all over the bedroom floor. And I can now wear it out in public without a couple of stiff gins.
Nice to know I'm in good company.