I’m off home Yea!

Thanks for all your comments on the previous post about my fashion dilemmas.  I’m off to London for a few days so will let you know what tips I get from our sisters over there.  Hopefully the naked faced, fleece wearing, braying types are all in the counties out with Penelope.  My wheelie contains a black jacket, a black rain mac, a white T, a black/gold kimono floaty top, a pair of wedges (!) a pair of ballerinas (in black), a black T, a black cashmere jumper, a pair of Seven skinny Jeans, a white blouse and a beige pencil skirt.  Oh and sorry Bolton Bap a long Burberry scarf.  If decide to give up writing and become a waitress or if anyone dies I am sorted.

I have taken BB’s comments about 40 something women (me) turning into clones with matching bags and shoes to heart and aim to please both her and Sharyn – who worries about the alternative of mums in mini skirts and Uggs.  So I am going to Top Shop to buy some colour, I’m thinking red and maybe one of those egg shaped dresses that are so “in” now – as long as my knees get away with it. 

But the main reason is to attend a one day writing workshop and to pitch my brand.  I’m also meeting the Features Editor of Red magazine.  I contacted the Editor of the Daily Mail with a cheeky invitation for coffee but he replied sans salutations that “I fear I have no time“, no signature.  Funniest go forth and multiply I have heard for a while.  Raspberries to him.

I should be more excited than I am.  This is due to a) my fear of flying and b) my guilt at leaving the children.  Why do we women have so much guilt?  Seeing me looking a little sad Mr. Jules said, “Ze alternative is zat you stay in zis tiny village and get old with me.”  

I’m out of here (I’ll keep hold of him though).

Toodle pip!

Copyright Jules Ritter May 2008