I stepped foot into Telford’s Primark on a Saturday at half eleven. I survived, and I lived to get the dress.
I got the dress George showed me last week in Birmingham, and the only one left was my size. Could it be a sign? Good timing? Someone had mixed it up with the tops in the mens department where I spotted it. Either way I got a new very pretty dress to twirl around Shrewsbury in and do cross stitch.
Observing my new dress I instantly knew I needed some matching shoes. I’ve never been keen on Primarni shoes, so went to a trustworthy fave of mine – Dorothy Perkins, where I spotted THE SHOES in the window and nearly knocked over a faux model or two to reach them. I had to have them because they tap into the everlasting print trend which I adore and have a cut out on one side – a homage to modern tailored.
New shoes – tick. New dress – tick.
My perfume is still full and i’m still in awe of my River Island bag I got the other month. In other words – no bags took my liking. So I headed to Waterstones and while mooching at books in the classic section, and spying some Linda la Plante I spotted the word – perfume.
Part of me thought wow make your own perfume – grown up George’s Marvellous Medicine, but perfume perhaps, you never know! It wasn’t sadly, but it is an intriguing account from a Parisian fragrance writer. I’m hooked already even though im putting down for Eurovision – Come on Bonnie Tyler!!!!!!
Now to label my new threads before Eurovision…