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Thursday, June 29, 2006

Last night I finished watching the BBC production North and South, which was excellent. Nobody does period pieces full of longing stares better than the BBC and I always end up getting totally sucked into them and find myself yelling things like "But you LOVE him!" or "But she LOVES you!" at the television and, um, maybe clapping in glee when everything ends in a satisfactory way.

Also, the lead actress in North and South, Daniela Denby-Ashe, looks *really* amazing in hats, which is a good thing since she seems to have one on about half of the time, and the most featured hat is this huge purple-ish thing that I wouldn't think anyone could carry off. But she does! (You can see pictures of her in the hat here)

Anyway, North and South has made me wish I could wear hats. But hats are a tricky thing (they are!) and I firmly believe that only some people can wear them. For instance, I had a friend in high school who looked adorable in any hat--I think she could have worn one made from newspapers and gotten away with it-- and sometimes she would wear a cloche hat , and I swear it made her look like a movie star from the 1920s. On the other hand, you have people like me, whose bodies seem to reject hats. (Seriously! The few times I've tried to wear a hat, I've put it on and poof! it springs up and teeters about on my head like it knows it doesn't belong there.)

And now I will take my hatless self off to work. (Note: I also don't have a handsome mill owner brooding over me. SIGH.)