For just a moment let me imagine my waist line is not
growing at an alarming pace, my disposable income is not about to drop below
zero and my brain is not a fuzzy mess of birthing choices and Gina Ford dilemmas.
Are you with me? In this blissful state let's dream of beautiful garments from
Mary Katrantzou, Holly Fulton and Issa. From Michael Van Der Ham, Erdem and Bora
Aksu. Oh boy. Here are my London Fashion Week highlights...
Firstly let me start by apologising for my terrible blog etiquette. If you're still out there - I'm sorry. I have been busy...growing a teeny tiny baby. Yep, that's right. I am pregnant. And let me tell you it has been quite surprising. Not the actual pregnancy bit, that was planned. It's the exhaustion/anxiety/sicky bit that came as a shock. No amount of late night parties prepares you for the three month hangover that is the first trimester. So, that's why things have been a bit quiet on the blogging front. But, now well into the second trimester, I can happily report things are looking up. I don't think I've hit the 'bloom' yet, but i can get through a days work without wanting to hurl myself under an oncoming tube on my evening commute home. And with that revelation I think I'm just about ready to blog again. Now onto the second point of this post. Things might change a bit round here. It's hard to not want to share this amazing scary life-changing experience. Its hard to not change with this experience. I don't want to not change and I can't deny that I already have. So the things I want to write about and share are also going to change. Just saying. One thing that will never change - pretty pictures: