One of my favourite parts of Sex and the City is the episode S.J.P sits outside a cafe and orders a coffee with no book or sun glasses to hide behind. It is not easy but good to do sometimes, just sit and watch the world go by like I did yesterday at the Chelsea flower show. Suffering from flower overload I too sat with nothing to hide behind and watched the public walk past mesmerised by the sartorial car crash that is the English dress sense. Where would this country be without linen dresses, trousers, skirts, here it was in every permutation. So far so good as were the floral patterned skirts, as were the flat shoes. But can someone tell me what possess women of a certain age to embrace the Lycra T shirt two sizes too small? not a good look in any colour or style and one that should be issued an on the spot fine with an accompanying photo to place on the back fat wall of shame. Trust me I too need to lose the ubiquitous 10lbs but I do not squeeze myself sausage style into a tight fitting top. But hey the gardens were lovely and the flowers.....
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love Sex/city and would love to stop and watch the world go by at a cafe! ;)
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