Can't Hear You!

The weather down the coast can be perfect for a summer-avoiding penguin. A little fresh and breezy, and still beautifully sunny. Or it can be positively capricious, leaving us alternately melting and freezing by turns...

It takes a very, very cold day to reduce me to wearing anything even vaguely approaching a hat. The cold the first day we went to the Eiffel Tower was that kind of cold.

So it’s just as well I didn’t know about this when I was there...

Cupcake hat from Fred Flare

Because walking round Paris with a cupcake on my head is exactly the kind of thing I’d think about trying to get away with...*

Or there are these perky options from Kate Spade (warm ears and unsquashed hair? Woo hoo!)

Fifth Avenue stripe earmuffs, peppermint earmuffs and Big Apple owl earmuffs all from Kate Spade

* And would be convinced that I had got away with, until the photographic evidence reduced me to a squirming mass of embarrassment. This was discovered, together with a Where The Wild Things Are hat, at the Bus Depot Markets in Canberra. It was like the devil spawn of the thing on Donald Trump’s head, to borrow a turn of phrase from David Letterman...