The rustling, shell-sounding coat was made for swishing and swooping and generally showing off. I was in my element, gadding about in the sunshine believing my own hype of how totally fabulous I was! (Well at least for 5 minutes anyway).
The coat is many years old now, but came from Topshop when new. It was a Christmas present and yet has been worn mostly in the summer rather than during the festive party season.
If I could get away with it, I'd swoosh about in this at least once a week. But realistically, I'd look like a bit of a loony if I did. (Please feel free to send me wake-up message if I ever drift that way.)
The coat holds magical powers over me - behold how beautiful I feel, and therefore I am! Be dazzled by my shining presence! Oh what fun!
The stark reality of my pot belly and cellulite thighs all melt away as I muse over my marvellousness!
My glittering necklace is by Charlie Dodge, a jeweller we represent at Gallery Tresco.
Rings are preloved, but still rather lovely. And note how the pattern on my swimsuit echoes the shapes of the sequins...
One final, glamorous swoosh and I'm gone!
Anna x
