Marilyn Monroe in NYC, 1957.
Last weekend I "went to the shops" for the first time in ages, I loathe actual physical shopping but I wanted to take a peek in Cos, as whenever I spot the brand in magazines I think I'm in minimalist Calvin Klein heaven but whenever I look online it looks like a warped psychiatrist has curated a mash up of photographs on what his patients wore to have electric shock treatment, no really, have a look if you have nothing better to do, the models look like they've had their souls sucked out through their eyeballs.
I am online shopper, do not ever ask me to go out shopping with you, you will have exactly ten minutes to find the perfect outfit and by the ninth minute I'll be telling you that you look great in that bright purple tinsel trimmed bondage dress.
What about you?
A spot of online stalking came up trumps for me this week, the Kate Spade fun fur which I would have sold a kidney for last year is finally in my mitts and on my back.
I wore it on Guy Fawkes night (well, it's not actually till the 5th)
but bonfires and firework displays are raging like a spark in a box full of kindling.
It's a behemoth to get in and out of but just what one needs round these parts as golden autumn is strangled by the deathly grip of Old Man Winter.
It's a quagmire of leaves and soupy detritus round here just now.
This was the state of me getting into the car after a foray to shoo away the fox family that has moved in at the bottom of the garden.
and this was me up to my ankles in mud at the bonfire.
My iphone pics didn't work, as you can see, so below is one of the event purloined from the internet. Thank you Mr Stranger!
I do love the hypnotic beauty of fire.
There is nothing more primal than standing around a fire, bathing in its ancient light and listening to the crackling noise of wood splintering.
It was so cold I could almost hear my breath tinkling in the night air.
I came home and warmed my cockles on this peri peri chicken; three tablespoons of Tabasco, 4 chillies, lime, soy, ginger and garlic -a winter warmer if ever there was one.
How was your weekend?
This just in from Dash, AH in the seminal Kate Spade fur!