Mademoiselle

Got back from New York on the red-eye-I-could-die at 9am yesterday. Bumped in to lots of other bleary eyed Editors too. I sat next to a lovely man, quite a camp one at that and he had the ENTIRE contents of Duane Reade in his knapsack. HURRAH. So I popped something small and white and 7 hours later woke up at Heathrow. I love it when a plan comes together.

I took The Dog out yesterday to buy him some treats and for a long walk, he hates me for about 3 hours when I first get home the we mellow back into our routine of sleeping, walking, eating, poop etc etc. I stayed in last night - I know I know, I just couldn’t do it. I had been invited over to the Hospital where Super Grass are recording something or other, but I know that would have led to another late night and there is the Top Shop Unique show today, actually there’s quite a lot on today. It’s the revived Ossie Clark after the Top Shop show, then after that it’s off to see Graeme Black at 4pm. Graeme is Giorgio Armani’s ex boyfriend and once worked in his studio in Milan and his collection is very grown up lady which I’m loving. I call it pensioner chic.

Mademoiselle has a date tonight….. it’s Sunday morning, best start getting ready.