Black And White Jacket, Killer Heels, And Gloves For Autumn

Recently, when a wardrobe shelf collapsed, I was forced to sort through my heaving wardrobe. My wardrobe consisting mainly of pre ‘I-can’t-be-arsed-to-eat-healthily-and-work-out’ clothes, six months ago this little exercise would have had me pouring a large glass of red, eating a consoling mound of chocolate and bemoaning the fact that I had a wardrobe stuffed full of fabness and…