On Friday afternoon, I stopped in at the nearest Vinnies to see if there were any old desks (there weren't). As I was walking out, I spied a rack of clothes in an odd spot, near the cash register. Turns out, it was a rack of brand new stuff from great labels, like Akira, Max Mara, etc. Naturally enough, nothing fitted me, but I immediately spied things for one of my friends. I duly informed her and she rushed up there, leaving her father and son bored in the car, and bought two tops. I was very jealous.

She wore one of her new tops to another friend's farewell party yesterday; I also wore a new top, this one (not a very good picture) that I succumbed to online. It's a Moschino Cheap and Chic. Which got me thinking about definitions of 'cheap'. On sale, at 70% off (truly), I still felt a bit extravagant buying it. For goodness sake, it doesn't even have sleeves! The very lovely Imogen has said you should spend 5-10% of your income on clothes per year. I'd be lucky to fork out 2%. Maybe it's ME who's cheap ...

AND I wore these fabulous shoes which were recommended on another blog and I love love love them.
That's quite enough about clothes, I think. Can you tell that I'm not very interested in my work right now? Back to it ...