(If only I could speak more than keyword French!). Like clockwork my heart speaks to me and descends upon wild desires for some kind of clothing, colour or accessory. Sort of like a fiend for crack but not nearly as depressing.  It then follows onto a system of stages. First comes craving which  can only be abated by giving in and burning holes into pockets. Then the compulsion comes and strong steady, because the compulsion needs to be fulfilled. Then subtle insertion into my day and night dreams. I'm tripping so bad at times I'm sure I can see the candy everywhere.  No doubt there’s no way out! Oh lawdy thank god for credit crunch, minus minus is not a place I want to be. So in the period of cut backs instead of cup cakes I get creative and substitute...if I have the colour I wear it, if I budget I buy it, if I can't buy it I make it (do like sweat shop and make my own version) in any other case I sweat out the withdrawal by locking myself away like a true smelly junkie in rehab. Cricket jumpers. Green and gold
Boat shoes. Extra white rims
Just under the knee shorts. Even tight capris
Furr on head on body. Compliments of Chamonix skiing
Silk dresses, shirts, trousers. You name it
Mustard with gold detailing and a touch of navy
Layers upon exaggerated ruffled layers

Chinos. On women
White glitter. Not silver but white.
Guinea fowl feathers. Goose Cocuille feathers. French partridge feathers. Golden pheasant feathers
Nude nail varnish. Chocolate factory by Rimmel lycra
OTT rings. Had you known me you would know my strong addiction
Scarlett bright blood red. On feet, on hands, on body
Mola blouse. Google it

 

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