There's something in the air. And it's making me come over all optimistic and full of the joie de virve. It's almost like....SPRING!
I'm kidding. Until I am a grossly successful fashion editor wearing head-to-shin Mary Katrantzou and shin-to-toe Ann Demeulemeester, I will be no more full of the joie de vivre than I am full of Russian Standard, nicotine or steroids (at this moment in time, I can't predict the future). But I can feel a tad cheery that spring is on its way. Blue skies, nice new fluffy baby things, flowers, legitimately eating Easter eggs, and not having to wear gloves all the time.
And, a new spring wardrobe.
Ugh, spring wardrobes. The sodding high street continues to make me sick with the abundance of nicey-nicey floral prints (H&M) and cute little bunny prints and frothy lace (Topshop), but the public gets what the public wants, and who am I to demand special treatment from the high street leviathans?
Instead, I choose khaki.
I could get used to this.