-CLOG WEARERS, NEED CARERS-

It could be the array of Dolly Parton films I've been watching recently, or maybe it's my ongoing daydream about the whole of the Saloon-esque SS10 Chanel collection; whatever the reason, I have a very strong hankering to up sticks and start a hoe-down in Texas.

Everyone is getting involved in the country and western trend that is line dancing it's way down the high street and I for one am no exception.

Subsequently, I have become surgically attached to this Topshop cowboy shirt.

I have also struck up a love affair with my River Island clogs, thus my new Summer motto is this:

-CLOG WEARERS, NEED CARERS-

Disclaimer: Clogs should not to be mixed with alcohol. Or cobbled streets.

Maybe if I had these chunkier, more stable Chanel beauties, I wouldn't be flailing around London like a 2-day old lamb.

Yes I definitely prefer this safer option.
Nothing to do with the fact that they are Chanel.
Not at all.

Bag Romance

When this absolute nut job hit the pop scene last year, I refused to succumb to the hype and put her down as another unnecessary Aquilera-esque puppet. Then I saw her Royal Variety performance; donned with red Swarovski panda eyes and a coordinating Elizabethan PVC gown, whilst playing a baby grand piano on stilts. It was love.

Today our office had a visit from Universal Music, who kindly gave us this sought after Gaga tote.

It's heinously plastic, tacky and reminiscent of something you might find in a seaside souvenir shop- my kind of bag.