My beloved marabou feather cardi has been well and truly used and abused – it’s looking a bit sad and sparse nowadays – but I’ll be damed if I stop wearing it before the final feather floats silently and sadly into the abyss. RIP ‘mazing marabou.
I am fully aware that my hat could evoke a great deal of indifference amongst guys and dolls across the land but I actually adore it. I think I love it even more because so many people vehemently dislike it. Classic me.