Well its all about the wool this week here in London, just about everyone who is anyone has taken the opportunity to dance with the Prince of Wales (almost literally) and promote Wool. I love wool - terrible for trying to get rid of the moths though in my Victorian abode. I find myself having to wave my hands in the air trying to catch the little bleeders on an hourly basis. Living in a scenario of ostentatious poverty, i.e. gorgeous darkwood floorboards and not a hint of carpet any where, I just don't know where on earth these little things are coming from. Clearly there is a moth underworld breeding somewhere in here just getting ready to launch their chomping little jaws into a gorgeous something. I once lost a whole beautifully tailored woollen Vivienne Westwood suit to these little guys - a very expensive dinner on me I guess. Yes, I have the cedar wood, the candles, the incense sticks burning daily. It all seems to be in vain keeping on top these flying friends and just cant stand that 'crunch' when one steps on them or bring myself to squidge them.
Anyway, beyond the annoying Sale graphic across the window here, Esprit is looking really good. Out sized balls of wool in the most gorgeous colours and abstract figures makes this store look cool again.