Only buy it if you intend to place it in the wicker basket of your vintage sit up and beg bicycle on your way to the local farmer's market wearing a floaty skirt and an enigmatic smile on your face, while your children are messing about in rockpools with your ever so handsome hands on dad of a husband (who now has masses of time on his hands after he cleverly sold his start up IT company just before the banks crashed and now need never work long hours again) wearing a Navy Guernsey and rolled up chinos...
Oh sorry - I'll stop fantasising now