Oh, invisible blog friends. Save me from myself. I have fallen in love with VogueIt’s not the actual clothes I want - I’d have to sell the house and possibly throw in Steve to afford a wardrobe like that of many women in Vogue (a custom-made Chanel suit, for example, is US$100,000). It's just the idea of personal style, of having the right clothes ( Read more... )

Well, I jeopardised my eternal soul last night and went to see the Sex and the City movie. I actually thought a lot about whether I should see it, but then thought “Well, I’ve seen all six series on DVD, so that horse has pretty much bolted.”

So I saw it, and loved it. I’ve never liked the sex component of the series, and tended to fast-forward ( Read more... )

So I’m interviewing the owner of the hotel that was last year voted the best in the world. But I’m up to it. I’m prepared, professional, wearing a black skirt and light blue blouse, every hair as in place as it can be. No open zips, no underwear showing, I am as groomed as I get. HA, Malevolent Wardrobe Fairy, take that! And my brain starts ( Read more... )

This is officially no longer a joke. Five minutes ago I got up to go to the coffee station. On the way I reached back to tuck my silk shirt into my skirt at the back, because it’s slippery and keeps coming out. My hand went through the back of my skirt where my zip should have been. The ridiculous thing is that the zip pull was at the top, but the ( Read more... )

So I made a dress. I love my dress. It’s approaching idolatry how much I love my dress. I got up early on Saturday morning (forced to, a la surveyors illegally in the driveway) and sewed the shoulders and hem, which were the last things to do. Then I wore it proudly with my new grey suede wedges to a friend’s wedding. Then I wore it out to dinner ( Read more... )

I swear, there’s a malevolent wardrobe fairy following me around. Today I’m wearing an outfit I love - white business shirt tucked into a high-waisted grey pencil skirt with a grey belt and black high heels. Fab. I’ve been out and about a lot today, and I’ve just discovered that the back of my petticoat rolled itself up and is sitting very ( Read more... )

I really do have to learn that I’m never going to be quite dignified, no matter how I try. Some women sail through life with every hair in place, every fold of clothing perfect, and even arise from their slumbers looking like goddesses. I arise looking, I must admit, a bit like Worzel Gummidge. My husband, lovely man, disagrees. He thinks I look ( Read more... )

I’ve just had the most amazing vintage-shopping trip. I’m always poking about in secondhand shops, but today I had a hankering for vintage clothes. I went up to Fast & Loose on K’ Rd to look for cute sixties blouses, but they were all Crimplene and horrible. Then I went to Vixen - nothing there either. Then I went to Pre-Loved in St Kevin’s Arcade ( Read more... )