As someone with a more casual approach to clothing, not to mention a propensity for novelty headwear (I blame Minnie), the playful alice band covered in slightly grumpy looking bears nestled in a row, bound by rich velvet ribbons and glossy pearls, is the standout highlight for me.
I have dozens of perfectly lovely dresses, skirts, trousers, shoes and anything you could think about. I write about clothes for a living. Yet I still end up tossing things on my bed in a fit of rage when I need to pick an outfit. At least I used to until I figured out what my uniform was.
The heels vs flats debate has rumbled on as long as fashion writers have had credit card bills to pay off (presumably accrued