I really want to see that Henri Rousseau exhibition.
Also a fairly good reason to air my new furry collar.
No need to worry what to wear, I can throw it over almost anything and instantly look fab, but the real secret is how it makes me feel. Warm, glamorous and cosy, while it gently touches my neck and cheeks, just to think of it sends shivers down my spine … and no one but I will ever know!
Hope Rousseau wouldn’t mind that I had to split my attention between him and my new collar but honestly it deserves it for being bold and beautiful and versatile.
And for the practical me a fox collar, particularly when died pink or blue, immediately transforms almost anything in my wardrobe into a new and exciting piece. Just to think of the number of coats, jackets and jumpers I have and multiply it by two.