I've just spent a few weeks at my childhood home surrounded by piles of long-forgotten books, stacks of obscure scientific papers and the general chaos of 50 years, and I unearthed this photo of my parents. There they are newly married, shiny with youth, love and ambition and wow, does my mum rock! She's standing there in a very demure version of the Angelina Jolie leg, with a cute up do, beaded evening clutch and a loose Astrakhan fur with just a sliver of a satin cocktail dress showing. It made me remember that if you get the details right, everything else follows. So as soon as the weather turns back to a more normal 'postman's special' (eg rain/sleet/hail/snow) I'm digging out my newest rabbit fur shrug to layer over a thin cashmere jumper, my textured crocodile green clutch and my new 'best' pair of ankle boots from the new Rag and Bone store...roll on autumn!
