Somebody put the kettle on...

If anyone’s looking for the tea-cosy, it’s on my head...and though that statement should either get me locked up or laughed at derisively I don’t care. I’m cosy-ed and proud (insert maniacal laughter here). I was wandering through Urban Outfitters when it caught my eye. Part old lady’s knitting project...part Ali McGraw in Love Story...part Rastafarian...how’s that for a combo? And yet, instead of running the other way I was drawn to it like the fire-loving moth who knows it’s going to get its wings singed. Overall, as long as I don’t start singing “I’m a little teapot...” when I wear it, I think everything should be okay.