One Extra Centimetre

Yes that's all it takes, it seems, to push me over the edge. What am I talking about? Shoes of course!

I saw the new Prada heels in a magazine and as fast as my little legs could carry me I hot-footed it to a very large department store in central London to try them on. Eleven centimetres high "without" a platform. Is there some trick that I am unable to fathom? Yes I could stand, but propelling my body forward was perilous. Is the answer to Botox your soles? Or is it just being carried? How (how?!) do they walk?! Maybe they're "bedroom shoes"... you know what I mean. But the front is not a sexy shape. The leg, yes. Anyhow, I digress. Then I saw the YSL courts - also 11 cm high - in a local shoe shop. So I asked the sales assistant:

"Are you selling this shoe?"
"Absolutely yes! In fact we're almost sold out!"
"Really?", I said. "And what age are buying them?"
"All ages" he assured me "from 20 to 70".
"Wow..."

So there you have it - it is most definitely me. But I still can't fathom how one walks in them. Please - answers on a Postcard addressed to Francine "with a thirst for knowledge".

My White Skirt has been purchased (yes - Biscter came to me rescue). I'm thrilled! Well, not quite so thrilled. I bought the bigger size for the length and took it to be altered. Two (yes two!) weeks it wil take... Cruise is now in and takes precedent. Are you kidding? I want to wear it now! Anyhow, we'll just have to wait I suppose. And a new top which I love I wore to a dinner on Friday night. Of course, I got red wine on the sleeve, so off I went to South London to the dry cleaners (two and a half hours round trip). Don't ask if I'm mad - you know I am. But I would rather they did it than ruin an expensive (even at 50% off) top. I'm beginning to see the joy of Primark. Almost. You wear it once and then throw it away!... If only I could (it's the slave labour I object to). Well, it's so busy at the moment that this afternoon I'm going to have a rest. The Times Rich List has just come out - so not interested in that... I'm going to compile my own list "The Who Gives A Shit List?". Please - get over yourselves. Just be happy you have what you have and let us all get on with our own lives. Thank goodness it's free to enjoy the Sun now that we have it, whereever you are (and however much money you have).

Happy Shopping!

For My Friend Nikki

The Met Ball. I know I'm a bit late in writing about it. This is probably because it didn't interest me (how is that possible? The "Oscars of the Fashion World") Really? Please will someone explain to me how, when you have everyone wanting to dress you, and supposedly the best hairdressers at your beck-and-call, how can you end up looking like Sarah Jessica Parker. Yes the dress was wonderful and the white gloves made it so cool, but the hair! What were you thinking?! I really don't think anyone stood out, apart from... "David Beckham". It's a good job we're more talented on this side of the pond in getting dressed...

Happy Dressing!

OMG!!!!!

Do people (by people I mean "real people") really exclaim like that anymore?

It looks like my posts have become a bi-weekly occurance - just too busy/not in the mood/inability to find a title/all of the above.

First things first - another pair of shoes has been bought with my credit note. There's a 50/50 chance they're going back. Why, I hear you ask. I don't know. This credit note is becoming a poisioned chalice. One of my all-time favourite things (buying shoes) is becoming a real trial. Yes, you remember (too much choice). I did however, treat myself to some perfume. No big deal - buying perfume. When it's £160 a bottle, to me it's huge. I was given this perfume at a press party and fell in love with it and, oh yes, never has a smell been so complimented on by men. So I liberally sprayed it everywhere, every day. And when my free bottle was finished, I went to restock only to find out the price - £160! Whoa!!

£160 for perfume! No it can't be! So being very mean, I started wearing my other perfumes that my first husband continues to buy me (no one ever comments on them). So I threw caution to the wind, and I bought my perfume - Hoorah!

NOT going to drink Red Wine again. I went to a charity dinner and although I was well-looked after (seated with my friends) and the men on my left and right were very attentive, the food was inedible but the wine was very tasty and, dear friends, although I'd had three dates with three different men last week, the last one was something I won't do again in a hurry - have a blind date. I was quite nervous and he was quite funny. He was someone I would have seen again but unfortunately the feeling wasn't reciprocated and that was a little hard to take. Hence the red wine... So yesterday, when I awoke and tried on a skirt I was to wear to another charity lunch. TIGHT?! My hips were taking over the world! Honestly - the speed at which I retain water (should that be wine?) Twenty-four hours later however and we are back on track, but honestly it's such a pain! I made it very clear that under no circumstances was I to be served anything other than water. And now my hips are under control again.

I feel a change is coming! I had lunch in a very fashionable members club last week. And, you know me, always observing what we're wearing and now that I'm "of an age"  (no, that's just me being a little hard on myself). Well, you should have seen them! Women wearing (in my opinion) totally inappropriate clothing for their age. When did dresses become so popular at lunch (which I think is the way to go). It's the one-stop-shop. But can you find a sleeved day dress that isn't mumsy or hippy? Please let me know where...

Am I going to wear fitted clothes? Well, if I keep off the red wine, then yes, maybe. I think my curls may be on their last legs and although I'm not cutting my hair (that's when you know things are really bad) or changing the colour, a change is afoot!

One girl in my group has pink-tipped hair. Somewhat of a statement in my crowd. Good for her! (Like when I wore a tiara to a charity dinner).

See - I told you Cruise was near. But this charity business is cleaning me out, so I may pay a visit to Biscter (the designer outlet). I don't care if a few staples are last season, or even the season before... (a white skirt anyone?)

Enjoy Today and, although don't forget Yesterday, don't make it important.

Happy Shopping!