Poverty Deluxe

Troubled times lead to many things; less money, sad faces and deflated pouts. But does this all need to lead to a lack of fun when dressing? I have never in all my lives seen more drab-hag outfits than I have in these past few months- more so than ever before, if you can believe it. Surely if we all want to "wake up and get happy", its time to start dressing like it, my Little darlings! I mean, we can all relate to those days when we brought out our vintage Thierry Muglar suits and thought, "Well now I remember happiness", and what better thing is there than slipping into a pair of patent leather Gucci loafers (I have heard some say they left husbands over it)? So lets stop with the economy wardrobe's uniform of depression, grey and "hi i'm broke" trousers (and the malignant seduction of the devil of all devils- Primark), and head straight for Bond Street in pursuit of something with a bit of love sewn into its hem. Or make a trip down to the most thrilling South London charity shops that are boutique decor-free (due to the fact that no one comes to South London for clothes) and find something that a granny has kept at the top of her wardrobe for 20 years. Proof of this theory? My vintage Dior and 40 Cliff Richard cameo brooches for ten pounds each. I say, bloody marvellous.

And finally, pick up some daily essentials at Lidl, Streatham High Road.

With that in mind lets dress like we mean it and not let this minor blip in global economics get us down instead lets make it poverty deluxe

With love