I hope you don’t mind me talking about clothes so much of the time. You see, I can get a little overexcited. Take today, for example. Whilst looking for something entirely different in the attic I came across the massive chest of dressing up clothes that Harriet and I played with as children. Oooh, how could I resist a quick rummage? And all those clothes that we believed turned us into princesses aged 10, but actually made us look like we were wearing tents, actually fit me now. These are clothes that have been hanging around for generations, worn by our grandmothers, aunts and mother. You could spent a fortune in a vintage shop.
And then one classic Seventies number that will actually make it in to my wardrobe. Although, as you can see, by this point my photographer had got bored so I was forced to take pictures of myself in the mirror as usual.