On an overclouded evening like yesterday's 24 degrees, I dipped into saccharine shell shades that bridged the way to pink on my lips, and linked the story full circle with leopard on my toes. The last time I was this tickled
pink, I still had sinless straight fringe.
All the same, I'm still into being blushed out and this fabulous skirt had more to do with its actual practicality than any sartorial fantasy. Like my favourite
blanket cape, this swishy number seamlessly worked with everything from a cropped bralet rimmed with romantic lace to a wrap jacket that tied marvellously at the waist.
In confidence, I can safely conclude this one's a winner.
And I'm off to Bali! Cue the onslaught of
square snapshots.
