In the midst of wondering about ones wardrobe - I do this a lot, partly from habit and partly as a distraction to my current obsession, my dissertation - a whole host of events take place to create an experience far greater than what to buy, what you wished you'd kept, how to alter x item and thoughts on silk, draping and fair isle.
It is not often events overtake the self. I remain convinced that the ego is easily fed on materialistic pleasures and for one brief moment on Sunday before I checked my euro lottery numbers I was that person who had not claimed their £45m win. I managed to buy a town house in Marylebone, a country pile, an apartment in Paris and a house in the South of France. Since my property portfolio was under £20m I then moved onto the handbags I'd buy.
Luckily, my ego was brought back down to earth but more importantly it was fed by the proper wholesome stuff with the safe arrival in the early hours of Sunday morning of a little baby girl Hannah May for my youngest sister, who went into labour due to being annoyed by the twins on X Factor!
Then we went for Sunday lunch at friends in Greenwich and had a delightful time with conversation, food, drink and the boys eating their food on a crisp sunny November afternoon in a tree house.
l to r: petit garcon and chums!
And today instead of dissertation, wardrobe matters or work I'm off to see my little niece. Although my ego wishes my sister had hung on for 8 more days so she could share my birthday.
I know some of you are all set for a sequin number for the forthcoming party season. but my money would be on this number by Osman Yousefzard with it's perfect draping and elegance, it will be more forgiving than most!
