I’d say this hat which appeared in a box on my doorstep was the gateway to the love I have recently found for the colour grey. I almost prefer the shade to black right now . I like it dappled, marl or in layers around my neck. I like it on my head and in sweatshirts for the gym. Funny how my colour preferences switch and shift so spontaneously, I’m not sure how or why it happens, but it is definitely something I’ve marveled at here before many times over the Frassy years. And as for now, like Matt Corby or goji berries, grey is a thing I adore right now. Sometimes, it seems my life is a series of short recurring mini love affairs, with colours, with men, with cities, with how I take my coffee or even what lipstick I put on my lips. There is no glue in this strange soul of mine, I tend to slip away before I can stick to anything at all. Am I fickle? Undeniably yes to everyone but my friends and family. Everything else is an abbreviated love, an almost adoration, zealous but soon fizzled. No tricks in the things I adore, genuine but gone before it grows. Do you ever feel like that? Loyalty to certain things feels quite impossible to me. I’d rather have it all pass through my hands rather than clutch at just one thing. And today, that is grey. Is that okay?