Fashion is skin deep but style is from the heart

and there is nothing stylish what so ever about going out five consecutive Fridays and getting trollied. One can look as fabulous as one likes in front mirrors (in the office loos) but if the night ends with a lost coat and bag, cocktails (two for one at Volupte) slopped down the front of a favourite jacket, and in a bowling alley doing karaoke then really there is no style at all. I am a 37 year old mother of one for heavens sake. Enough! At least until possessions are recovered and dignity rebuilt.