In a stab to get the flirty feminine gingham that Christopher Kane had us gagging for in his S/S 10 collection I bought a black gingham casual bandeau dress from Primark last year. Not quite with the bra cups or the sexy cut outs and thigh splits of Kane's collection but I fell for the grown-up approach to gingham.

With all the spring collections wowing at me from my magazines, I felt I should follow and indulge in some flirty springy garb and bring out the gingham.

Alas, as the fashion gods wouldn't have it, my gingham re-release was swept away with one foot out of the door. Attacked by hundreds of rain as I trudged with my camera case off to a friend's halls to continue with the filming of our first TV package, I arrived with wet hair and slight mascara misplacement, a lot more grunge than soft and feminine.
I say roll on sun and spring. I am in serious danger of getting stifled by the winter knits and cardies. Although my room has had a dose of vibrant spring through the delivery of some lovely roses from my flatmate after I casually stated I needed some to put in a pretty Chenet bottle. Unfortunatly, I threw the bottle away before the delivery, so glass will do.
And dance like this ...

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