In the West End this afternoon, I had to hold myself back from purchasing an of-the-moment peasant-style fringed shoulder bag. (Hey, I should be a fashion writer. Just remembered: on my blog I can be whatever I want to be.) I already have more than one or two once-trendy bag-like items at home.
When the aliens come to take me away, they will probably think I am the high-priestess of some kind of handbag cult.