Kitty came home

I had a cat once. A big fat Tom called Emacs. But when my daughter was born, it was war. To speak frankly, Emacs hated her and would take a swipe at every opportunity. Eventually, one morning after breakfast, Emacs disappeared and was never seen again. I like to think he found a nice, child-free home to pamper and take care of him. But I still look out for him when I walk down the street.

Thankfully, these cute-as-a-button Kitty Came Home purses will never desert you, nor will they take a swipe at your children. They will simply carry your belongings and look pretty in your hand.

Check me out!

Okay, so 'Check me out,' is a pretty lame pun, but there's nothing dodgy about new season Dot and Herbey. I love how it channels the 90s, but with a twist that makes these pieces a million times more stylish and feminine than the flannelette clad moshpit we used to see at Meanies gigs back in the day. If you don't know what I'm talking about, well, that's probably not such a bad thing.

But maybe you remember this? 90s! Hello. Check out Charlotte's plaid coat.

High tea with Mrs Woo

Last year I took my 3 year old to high tea at the Windsor. Bad idea. All she wanted to do was dip marshmallows in the chocolate fountain, eat them, walk up and down the stairs, knock on people's doors, then eat more chocolate and throw up. Disaster.

The complete opposite of High Tea with Mrs Woo. Quite frankly, we can't get enough of her amazing designs at Pussycat Black. Complete and utter gorgeousness. No chocolate fountain required.

High neck perfection

I remember the day Oprah vowed to stop wearing tight turtle neck sweaters. She was talking and then saw herself on camera and was mortified by what she considered to be her ginormous looking bosoms. Personally, I don't think she looked too bad.

I bet if Oprah stumbled upon this beautiful and oh-so-cosy winter warmer she would change her mind and re-embrace the turtle neck with a vengence. Perfect for autumn picnics and television presenting.