A rainy Thursday, an ill-conceived outfit, a deadline. A mysterious package arrives as I’m running out the door. Postmark: Spain. Oh what the hell, I think. I can be a few minutes late and sit down in the foyer…
But there’s something familiar about it.
But no, this will never do. It’s now clear I need to run back upstairs and change. Oh, sod it, I can be fifteen minutes late… twenty even at a push…E voilà! Dishevelled hair aside, I’m now ready to take on the day. Half an hour late, okay forty minutes, but decidedly more presentable.
Following my recent post celebrating the creative endeavors of my friends at the design trio the Wandering Collective, they have sent me one of their sumptuous Autumn/Winter 2014 foulards adorned with their illustrations. Their kindness makes a sunny accessory on a rainy Thursday. I wander out in the street under an umbrella and attempt to hail a cab.
One stops immediately.
Those Wanderettes get noticed.
My novel set in the international fashion industry is now available. You can buy Silk for the Feed Dogs here