I am an adult – yippeee – I made it. Early yoga (that’s a different form to ashtanga, iyengar or anusura). Cleaned, breakfashioned (that’s like really small portions). Meeting (Saturday, I’m keen). Wish I were going to Hay for the literary festival. This week I have also wished to be in Ibiza, South Africa, and about 29 other locations.
Totally scored at the Alexander McQueen sample sale yesterday. Many precious unaffordable pieces, particularly a nu-Afghan coat.
It was sad, looking through the possessions of a a dead person. I was allowed into the inner temple, up the white ladders to heaven, where tortured pieces hung that don’t make the mainfloor – it was fascinating to see unfinished pieces which were playing with new ideas, bras as shoulderpads, rubber stripes on organza.