River Deep, Mountain High

If there is one thing that can be said for trekking through the snow-capped peaks of the Andes then it is that the increased definition in a girl's legs can work wonders for her confidence.

Of course, it is not possible to say just one thing but I think the picture speaks for itself. And yes, Mrs. Rowan, I will soon quiet down about my trip, I promise.

I will not quiet down about the legs though. I wore a mini dress yesterday and onlookers (mostly male, it has to be said) were nearly falling at my feet in their eagerness to get an eyeful. It never ceases to amaze me how men can be absolutely captivated by a pair of pins. Even through 50 denier.

On my way home yesterday I accidentally managed to acquire three new minis, which I would love to share with you here but they are from River Island, who won't let me download pics, so you will just have to take my word on how simply ripping they are. Until I see you, and then you will know!

The mini, and more specifically the tulip mini, is my new obsession. Quite how I will feel when the weather warms up and I have to lose the opaques we will see as and when. But at the moment I am as happy as a clam!

(Images via Asos)

Heeeeere Kitty Kitty!

And so! I am left in charge.

Enjoy Peru dearest...don't worry about a THING.... I've got it aaaaaaall covered. (This thing will be all fake tan this and mirrored shoes that within the week you just watch).

Mwuh-ha-ha-ha!

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Adieu!

I am off to Peru! See you in a couple of weeks!

Leave of (Ab)sense

Oh! I am so very late in posting today. I have been very busy watching the You Tubed opening credits of 'Blossom' on repeat for like, the last two hours. I find them bizarrely comforting. Anyway! That's not what I'm here for. We need to discuss your holiday wear. Hmmm.

The need for things with zips and laces and bought from shops called things like 'Itchy Feet' alarms me precious one And that is why for my little holiday I have made sure that I will be spending my time sitting at pavement cafes and sampling the local Tuscan vino, people watching and not very much more. My dress code for next week is Eurotrash all the way. I'm breaking out the gold sandals and the coral and the overly pink nail. I'm going to channel Donatella. You just watch me. I have posted lovely Antoine in honor. Hi Antoine! What are you doing hanging off that mannequin? What's that?....just looking all louche and insouciant? Oh! Well, super. Carry on!

You can wear your layers of variously textured garments safe in the knowledge that when we return you are BOUND to have a much better calf than me though. And we can put on frocks and show it off and get you rehabilitated. And that (almost) makes it worth it.

These Boots Are Made for Walkin'

This is going to be my uniform for the next two weeks. And while I have done my damndest to buy all the proper technical clothes in all the right technical fabrics in the very prettiest shades available I am slightly concerned for my mental wellbeing. Trousers that zip off into shorts? Fleeces? Sensible shoes??!

Have I made a terrible mistake?

I might bring on some kind of meltdown...

(Images via Itchy Feet)

It'll be nice to be on holiday, though, won't it?