A dress for Disneyland Paris
In further attempts to steel myself up for the end of the Olympics, I’m off down to Paris this morning. Sadly, it’s not a Carrie “I fell in Dior” Bradshaw style visit; it involves Disneyland Paris (which I still insist on calling Eurodisney) and is likely to be hot, sticky and jam-packed with people who don’t know how to queue.
With the weather forecast so promising, I popped into Topshop on our way to see the Wizard of Oz at the Palladium this evening (there really is no rest for the wicked witch) and grabbed the sundress above for a mere £20 in the sale. It clashes bodaciously with my hair. Just the way I like it.
See you on the other side of that tunnel…