Fashion Roadkill of the Day: Vol 22

It's so cold right now there are parts of me that could pierce through glass. I would kill for some extra body fat to get me through the rest of winter. In fact, I wish I could just drape Kirstie Alley around me everytime I stepped outside the house.



Oh how I miss summer, not so much the weather but the ability to wear crazy caps which tell the story of how creatures in Rio Mardi Gras masks and headdresses invented fire. All it's missing is a little spinning propeller on top that sprinkles confetti. And long strands of beads.



I can't decide whether the most disturbing thing about the picture above is:
1. the aforementioned cap of craziness;
2. the girl who is wearing a pink dust ruffle (stolen from a crib) under her strappy stripey top, presumably to keep out the dust that comes from walking through the polluted streets of Hong Kong; or
3. the owner of the cap who appears to be caught in mid-grope.
Ah, the halcyon summer days of carefree youth spent grabbing ass.

That's the great thing about summer, the heat makes us do all kinds of wonderful crazy things. When the sun made a cameo appearance for a few minutes last week, I was tempted to do something silly to celebrate. But someone beat me to it. Whaddya do when it's a sunny morning, the birds are singing but the trees are as bare as Liz Hurley's chest?



You take out your favourite happy top, the salmon one with the speckled blossoms on the sleeves, put on your favourite pair of floral pants and strap on your favourite tropical backpack, that's what you do.