I’m in a bad mood. Boo! Yes, that’s me being angry. Cross me at your peril. With such indignation abrew, I thought it best to channel my sucky feelings productively, so I took to reading a more sprightly tome on the life of Diana Vreeland. Damn, that chick was positive.
Have you noticed the recent revival of Peter Pan collars? What about ribbon bows? I bet you’ve already twigged onto next season’s mod-inspired tunic.
It wouldn’t even pass over my thighs; not without Body Shop Cocoa Body Butter, some shimmying and a near act of God. By the time I actually managed to zip the dress, I was sweating like Kim Kardashian fielding questions about arse implants.
It wasn’t too long ago I acquired a Vivienne Westwood bowling bag – my treasure. I even christened it Viv; and when Viv wasn’t tucked in her cotton monogrammed covering, her handles were wrenched granny-like in the crook of my arm.
Cream is the new camel. This is the mind-blowing fashion edict which has trickled down from the international catwalks. The Pantone Colour Report also touts tobacco, rust, beeswax and honeysuckle as hot hues. Mix them all together and you’ve got yourself a caramel macchiato (without the calories).