Can we all just take a moment to get cheapies (that’s cheap thrills for those of you who didn’t grow up in Yorkshire) over this splendiferous Joy blouse. I stroked it reverentially in-store today, but didn’t have time to try on (would you believe I actually have to curtail my window shopping to work?). But I can confirm that it is silky smooth; and shiny; and chic; and soaked in luxury, just like it says on the tin.
If you don’t buy it, I will. It’s Christmas party fodder and a half, babies.