Back from Morocco. Was concerned that having been away for so long (10 days) as spring fashions hit the shops, I’d come back and find myself to be ridiculously ‘last season’ compared to my friends and colleagues, who’d be floating around in harem pants and floral skirts. Turns out it’s still bloody freezing, and everyone’s still in their Uggs, despite the daffodils.
It’s nearly my birthday. Well OK, it’s a month away, but in real terms it’s only a couple of shopping Saturdays, as I’m out of London for two of the upcoming four weekends. The husband asked what I wanted. I don’t think he was expecting a pre-prepared five-minute-long speech, complete with stockists numbers and shop opening times, though. And that was just about a pink handbag. See below. Yum.
