J Crew metallic Etta pumps, Charlotte Olympia clutch
"Golden years, gold whoo whoo whoo."
You too will be humming David Bowie's Golden years non stop after reading this post.
Hands up, you caught me, I am having an affair with Midas at the moment. My task of rebuilding my wardrobe with sensible basics has led me to breaking point:gold, glinting, shiny gold!
At the moment I'd fight a magpie for a gold button.
(unbelted who cares if I die of frostbite)
If our clothes tell us and others who we are then I am rampaging Norsewoman 'Ingot The Shiny.'
What are your clothes saying about you just now?
Did you know that three million Americans, 'preppers" are preparing for the end of the world and have been squirrelling away a year's supply of food and water?
I just looked in the cupboard, I have one tin of tuna.
It doesn't augur well for Armageddon does it?
I'll have to hope that the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse remember to bring me a Chinese.
Meanwhile back in Blighty we throw away over 7.2 million tonnes of food and drink from our homes each year, costing us £12 billion pounds.
I buy fresh food every three days and am proud to say I have never thrown out any food in my life, who are these wastrels?
Any plans for Armageddon?