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Had a day off from motherhood etc yesterday and met up with ruric and ravurian for a raid on the Bluewater mall. God, we're strategic, moving through the shops with gimlet eyes trained on Promising Stuff. ravurian dealt elegantly with the headache of accompanying a tall person and a very small person on the same shopping trip, juggling our whining like a magician supervising some complicated plate-spinning.

I bought various things, including the boots I drooled over the other day, and a long wool coat, which fits at the waist and then flares out, in a mildly Cossack style, from Reiss. I was persuaded into all sorts of stuff that I wouldn't have given a second glance, and then subjected to merciless fashion scrutiny. In a good way, although I think the lady in Reiss was slightly taken aback that I couldn't do anything without the say-so of my personal Fashion Police. That'll be ravurian, in charge of Special Ops and ruric, riding shotgun.

Things learned:
'You never know till you try.'
Gap and I are incompatible
Laura Ashley has some surprisingly nice stuff
French Connection...actually doesn't

Afterwards, we showed off purchases to R.'s mum and checked out his completely gorgeous and very beautifully (re)decorated bedroom. I am having considerable room envy.

Got back late to find my own house quite comprehensively trashed and P. fast asleep in my office on top of lots and lots of carefully-arranged freelance paperwork. *headdesk*

It was a lovely day (apart from that end bit). There's something brilliantly teenage about unpacking your shopping and modelling it. :D