No ' just stepped out of a salon' here, more like a cross between just got out of bed (definately not sexy bed head though) and just got caught in a thunderstorm. Not a head of hair that I was proud of. Not even a pony tail worked. Then divine intervention, like a halo it made everything alright. My black baker boy hat. I wacked it on, slung it to the side, tugged at my hair peaking out the bottom and ran out the door. A new woman, a woman free from the evils of bad hair!

Everyday last week I was a free woman running out the door wearing a hat, my beloved winter hats have saved me so much time, especially since I have been so busy buying hats all the time!