Took Erbie for an early morning walk and a bit of retail therapy for moi. Went to check out Liberty’s new layout. Liberty is my Tiffany’s – nothing bad can happen there. Saw some to die for metallic hat box bags, in metallic turquoise or rose pink Liberty motif leather, only £1,200! I lingered longingly, stroking.
It was not to be. Went to H&M’s Regent Street store. Erbie was burbly, am liking a muted palette at the moment. Got a silk tunic and under vest in the pale pinkish brown of field mushroom gills, and a french navy cotton shirt dress. Also got Erbie 3 plain cotton long sleevers, navy, black and white, for £1.99 each. The grown-up stuff was more expensive, and I haven’t dare try them on yet with my bosoms and cake eating habits.
Monday, 16 March 2009
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