Gimme Some Skin

(Image via Anya Hindmarch)

I know you must think that I am always falling in love willy nilly at any hot pair of shoes or flirty little dress that I lay eyes on. But it's not true, I promise. I'm not as easy as that. Honest.

When it does happen I know. My pulse races. My palms getting sweaty. A blush steals on to my cheeks. My mouth forms a shy smile. I do those Diana eyes. I giggle girlishly and play with my hair.

And it happened to me today. When I saw this. Isn't it heaven? I want it so badly I can hardly see. It is made of leather, python and the central panel is shagreen, or the skin of a stingray. Isn't that awesome?

Straight Outta... Hampstead???

Gosh, you don't want to do that. Mix up NW3 with NWA. Look how mean Mr. Cube looks. I couldn't resist!

It is the slightly more sedate, but no less exciting subject of the new label from Hobbs that I want to discuss, however. NW3 - named for the Hampstead postcode where Hobbs started their shiznit, it is the new, funkier side of Hobbs. And I LOVE IT!!


Actually, more than that. I almost started hyperventilating when I went into the shop, such was my excitement.

I would say that it is English heritage with an edge. I went nuts. Kate, who I was shopping with said I developed a cold steely look in my eye that meant that I was going to shop, and no one, but no one, was going to stop me.

I spent more than my rent for a month. A mustard yellow riding jacket with brown elbow patches. A yellow paisley scarf. (Both above). The paisley dress below. A brown and gold belt. A charcoal grey hat that is the love child of a cloche and a peaked cap. And a purple handbag.

No, I am not joking. See. I told you. NUTS!!!

(Images via Hobbs)

And the people in the shop were super friendly and helpful and excited about the new collection. It was the best shopping experience I have had in a while. And I want to go back. Just maybe not quite yet. Better pay this credit card bill off first... don't you think?

Not On My Watch

Gosh, I've always had a fantasy about travelling by steamer with a luxurious trunk full of the very prettiest dresses that gets carried by eager porters with overly oiled hair. But then I realise that I don't live in the thirties. How vexing!

As to your watch, the Chanel one makes me feel thoroughly light headed. It is just heaven, isn't it? And it would look beyond perfect on your tiny little orange, oops, sorry, tanned wrist. Mortgage? Schmortgage! Give the Head the slip and get one for yourself. You deserve it. Because really, the Toywatch one doesn't hold a light to it. Does it?

Although rationally, maybe that isn't a good enough reason to invite penury upon yourself...