Sometimes you feel like a nut and sometimes you don't. Similarly, sometimes you feel like a beret and sometimes you don't. This weekend I was feeling a little bit of both and it made for a good little Parisian Boy George moment.
Berets are very magical. The minute you put one on, you feel this insurmountable urge to strut off to the nearest outdoor cafe and order a cappuccino and biscotti. That's what I did and I already had a coffee an hour before the beret hit my head. But that's the power of the beret, they make everything instantly Parisian...and your head a little mushroomy (so you should really either have bangs or long hair). C'est ci bon!