It's happening again, the thumpity thump heartbeat, the sweaty palms, the inability to focus on a film plot for more than ten minutes, I'm in sartorial lust.
Oh don't even think of telling me you're not prone to a hot case of the thumpity thumps, I know I'm not preaching to a cabal of sack clothed Puritans.
Here it is in all of it satsuma saturated glory, Kate Spade's Allie coat hereby known as 'Glam Pad' or what Paddington bears moll would have worn if Michael Bond had taken him done the womanising route.
So... it's bit expensive for a whole lot of wit,whimsy and child like snazz - that's my gripe about most of Kate Spade's line, most of it is bit too Zooey Chanel for me but consider me smitten with this one. It's also another $200 for us Brits, but still it gives me sweaty nocturnal stirrings.
I haven't lusted after a dollop of fake fur since...
my fake fur Russian princess hat - well that's what I saw when I looked in the mirror, everyone else saw a splat of mangy roadkill on my head...
and those bouncing acrylic Gods - The Tribbles.
Annihilate my Mauviel copper pot fund (I've been saving up to treat myself at Christmas) or ca' canny?
Oh and while we're talking about fake fur fripperies, here's one from Whistles which is half the price.
This little chap will be popping into tell you all about his tweedy kennel later in the week, until then he'll keep me on the fiscal straight and narrow.
Flat caps on, tongues out, see you soon!