Packing is the sort of thing that can tip me over the edge. No matter how many lists I write, I just don't have a methodical mind and I'm always suspiciously envious of women who can plan their travel clothes to the nth detail, I smell the whiff of hedonic hip swaying dances with the devil.
This last trip was a long one and as a sartorial lazybones with a busy trip ahead I kept things simple and
aside from one ivory jumper and one grey sweater dress, I packed my suitcase with inky ease. I just didn't pack enough, however, for such a long time away, so by the end of the month I was inwardly shrieking that I would not wear black for a least 4 weeks.
Of course I am now sitting here in black, it's just too easy. Opting for a black clothing palette always reminds me of this verse from Corinthians, you must know it:
Black is patient; black is kind; black is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful... It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
I couldn't have said it better.
LA/London based designer, Catherine Quin's latest collection has caught my inverse magpie eye, she adheres to Henry Ford's maxim that you can have any colour as long as it's black.
Her pieces are soothing and elegant
Consider me sold.
I'm also loving ...
Penguin's Little Black Classics
Spending a penny in style at the Hotel Bel Air
Marks & Spencers new Chinoiserie bed linen.