Many years ago it seemed like everyone had a red purse or red bag then they all disappeared, they went to red bag heaven I guess, the place were all good feature pieces go (the back of the wardrobe, under the bed, to your ‘desperate for a little bit of fashion’ younger and poorer sister or the charity donation bin) and it was a relief too. Too many, too often and not exciting or individual anymore.

As you know black is back and I have been enjoying it’s well deserved return, but last Saturday I fell in love with black again (no, not a black man or woman, although I am sure that would have been just as exciting, complicated but exciting!) You see it wasn’t really a new love, more of an old love giving me a little zing, bang, pop again!

In one quick action, one smooth move, they were off, left half on the chair and a little on the floor and I was free! Free to fall into the comfort of my bed. Ok, it wasn’t very stylish but I was exhausted. Firstly, I had shopped all day, once home I quickly replied to a few pressing emails and then cooked salmon for dinner, a real favourite but I hardly had time to saviour the delicate although slightly overcooked taste (I’m better at shopping than I am at cooking!) before running off to Pilates. Then back home just in time to watch the last half hour of ‘Dancing with the Stars’ (probably shouldn’t have mentioned that part of my day, but I am addicted to glitz and glam however bad it may be) finally back on the computer to finish off a little extra work. So the action of taking my underwear off at the same time as my track pants and even collecting my socks as I passed my pants over my ankles was about all I could manage before falling into bed. I got into bed in 3 seconds flat now surely that’s got to be a stylish act.