BITCHES, I'M BACK!

Europe is great and hanging around in sandy espadrilles drinking white sangria is great too. But girls with white legs don't really belong in Tuscany in July.
So, I am kind of excited that Sydney in winter is just brisk enough to wear cocktail shoes to breakfast with cashmere cardigans or Beatle boots with bare legs and I need that feeling of hitting the ground running in my own shoes after being forced into bare feet on some beach. Foot nudity is fashion homelessness.
So....Come Saturday it's gonna be suitcase tossed to the corner, weird pets in my lap, weirder KUSMI tea on the boil I love nuzzling back into my little office with matte black shoe boxes piled high to the ceiling. In some ways, when I'm working from home base, I feel a tiny bit like an Egyptian king surrounded by the things he loves...buried alive in shoes and ready for the afterlife.
Personally I am dying to shake off all this thread bare cheese cloth leisure wear and get serious in a little black dress. Over dressed. Under staffed. But always in heels. Hell yes. And by the way....there is a sample sale coming so WATCH THIS SPACE. I'll be good to you baby.