Mademoiselle

Yesterday I went to work in a playsuit. I am a grown woman, so obviously it was a black one, but a playsuit nonetheless. The playsuit was a dream on the scooter, no awkward hitching up of skirt, and I had total freedom of movement. I never wear trousers so bear with me as this was a new sensation. I wore it with black ballet pumps (I’m a flat convert) and a little sequined jacket in silver, so was essentially working this seasons playsuit with next seasons sequins - a fashion feat.


As a treat, my friend offered to buy me a bottle of pink champagne in the new and very chic champagne bar in the handbag department of Selfridges. There is nothing more enjoyable than cocktail hour in that bar watching women agonising over whether to buy a Balenciaga handbag (I spied one in electric blue and am holding out for the sale). She’s my new super chic lawyer friend I met at fat camp - so we avoided the little fish and chips they were serving even though the smell was divine. Instead, we concentrated on watching a lucky girl being treated to two Chanel handbags. Life is so unfair.


Once the champagne was drained and we had said goodnight, I made a dash to the loo and remembered that I had taken 10 minutes longer to use the loo throughout the day due to aforementioned playsuit!!! Omg omg omg - I could NOT get the damn thing off and was in fear of an accident! The playsuit resulted in me being half naked in the disabled loo. Not the best look.


I will not be wearing that playsuit again.