Oh yes folks. In a burgeoning effort to stop collecting and start using my ridiculous collection of head scarfs, I have begun wearing them to work. And not just for DDF. Being the only outwardly retro girl in the office is common place for me nowadays.
The Woolen, Vintage cardy found in Snooper's Paradise in Brighton, shirt - i forget!
Colleagues rarely bat an eye in alarm at the outfits I create. Any comments I might receive are nice ones, but I doubt they would notice if I rocked up wearing a gas mask. They just accept the way I dress as "me". I am sure there are those who find me a bit "weird" - but they are fairly chav-tastic, so I am disinclined to worry about their opinion.
I digress. This headscarf saved me from a hair day horriblis by drawing attention to itself, rather than my failed curls. Some days are ruled by the collaboration between a piece of patterned silk, the humble bobby pin and their combined ability to make your barnet more presentable.
Hurrahs for the headscarf!!