Top of the shops

Give me a bit of sunshine, and I’m onto the cider, ready to make daisy chains and all up for doing a cheeky little jig to Paul Simon. Out in my little floral tea dress last week, I realised it was still BLOODY cold and had to leg it back to the flat to pick up my fur coat; the perfect remedy to nippy elbows and knees in the deceptively sunny Springtime. Note: fur is not for the faint hearted, especially if you are around a big department store, e.g Harrods, when a bunch of protestors, i.e PETA, decide to take against you and shout profanities, for example ANIMAL MURDERER, as you make a break for the tube. Now, you might think to yourself, there speaks a girl of experience. And you’d be right. Oh, the hilarity.
Moving swiftly on, sometimes I pop in to Topshop and think to myself, what the dickens are they doing. And other times I load up those massive black mesh bags with enough outfits to suit and boot Sleeping Beauty, Flora, Fauna and Merryweather for a full 365 days. And it is good. Topshop usually snares me into such a mindset this time of the year, so I’m avoiding their flagship store, feeding my credit cards to the dog and harmlessly browsing online. Here’s what I’d be skipping about in if I hadn’t just spent the best part of £50 on contact lenses. Ah, the gift of sight. Lucky me.






Weirdly enough, I bought the red bowed shoes from Topshop a good year or so ago, and am pleased to see they’ve bought them back. They are THE most comfortable shoes. Lovely.
All images from www.topshop.com