Fashion Hangover

'm experiencing the biggest fashion 'hangover' ever. If there are two kinds of fashion hangover; one being that you regret something you bought with every look at the offending item incurring a wince and a shudder from you, then the other would be moaning and groaning about passing up on something and NOT buying something despite having the means to. It's a feeling that you feel in your gut whenever your mind wanders and 'D'oh', you slap your forehead and scrunch up your eyes and think 'Why did I do that?'. Well it happened with the Preen sample sale over the weekend (has finished now). Apologies for not putting up a notice as i didn't know about it until the 11th hour. I was expecting it to be a quite normal Preen sample sale selling 'vintage' Preen, very old pieces. There was that but then also a sale selling the recent, more recognisable seasons with showpieces with hefty 80% discounts. The pieces that immediately caught my eye for obvious reasons were the hot pink pieces from the AW07-8 collection, the last that they showed in London before defecting to New York (it makes me sounds like an embittered LFW fanatic but I do think the designs have been a little watered down since the move...... *she says in wee voice*). In particular, these dresses were knocked down from around £500-600 to £240 and £195 respectively I um-ed and ah-ed in the tiny shop, spending about an hour in there (and trust me, it's a tiny space to spend an hour in...) going in and out of the changing room, picking those pieces up and putting them down again and generally making the shop assistants think that I was a bit of a twat. The fit was perfect, the zips were very zippy and the pink....it is that perfect shade of hot pink which I'm quite obsessed with because it has some real depth to it (unlike the £7 cheapie I bought which I love still but the pink doesn't quite hit the right note for me...). Yes, the obsession got to the point where I was chairing a mini-debate in my head about whether a shade of pink had depth. Physically, after wiping the perspiration of my sweat drenched head (like I said...small space), I put all the pink down and opted for some black leather panelled trews (see my Betty Catroux look...) but I can't quite get the pink out of my head. When I was soul wardrobe searching yesterday, a flash of pink would bring up that bottom of the stomach feeling. Why oh why did I put the bloody hangers down?

I have realised I've just spent a lo-ong paragraph babbling about some fluffy pink bit of Preen.... but these are really at the top of the pink hierarchy...the heavy fabric, the subtle stretch, the slanted pleats...oh the stomach groans again... I doubt that other type of pink; Pepto Bismol will cure this hangover....