Had a minor heart-attack when I heard that Liberty was closing its Sloane Street store. But then I remembered the one I amble around wistfully, wishing I was a Gossip Girl-esque amoeba with rich mum in tow, is the other one. I have actually never been to Sloane Street. Is that near the King’s Road? I avoid that place at all costs, although I actually now live near it so should probably give it more of the time of day, especially as someone told me the other week there is a shop there that sells Lyell, purveyor of beautiful, antique style lace dresses. The shop’s name evades me for the moment.
In other freedom news, I am doing another round of clothes junking. I just hate almost everything I have, in large part because I don’t fit into much of it anymore (today I am wearing trousers that are about 4 inches too narrow at the waistband, purchased in 2007 – it occurred to me today that the weight I assume I will one day return to last happened in 2005. Give it up S.) I shake my fist at you, tiny wardrobe! I am going to start again and construct a capsule wardrobe, with each cube of my wardrobe room containing one exqusite vest or something. One day my daughter is going to be really pissed off with me for getting rid of everything. Well she’s just going to have to accumulate her own mountain of cheap tat.
S
