Whenever the sun comes out here, its bone warming alchemy transforms me into a happy slinkin' rinky dink panther.
Celestial rays of joy smoothed my trip to Glasgow and cleared a spotlit path to the best optician's ever, Niche Optical Tailor, no really it is well worth the hyperbole, not only for the range of glasses, the service and bonhomie but for the drop dead gorgeous style of all of the staff. It's wall to wall Marni and 5 inch heels at ten in the morning.
hoofed past Ralph Lauren
The only thing is I am a rubbish blogger with no gall and was too embarrassed to ask if I could take pics of the spectaclista's outfits. I really need to wear a blogger emergency phial around my neck which says " Hey saddo, drink me if you need to grow a pair."
Surreptitiously snapped their ante chamber, and wondered if I could make them an offer they couldn't refuse for this Gerard M Burns painting.
Eenie meenie minie mo...
Lo, the chinoisierie throne of the gilded kraken, all the better to clamber upon to play 'I spy with my little eye', for grown ups. Not a lot down at the bottom of the chart to be honest, it's all a bit murky down there these days.
Ta dah! Swapped out my old green gem encrusted cat's eyes below for similar but bigger from Face a Face Paris.
Talking of the ol' Pink Panther, does anyone remember the Pink Panther bar? It was pepto pink and tasted like sweet germolene but I still bought it every week. Look at him, he's so Roger Moore, might have to make him blog husband.