I write this from London where I slowly evanesce in a heat unbeknownst even to Hades.
I have lost my fashion mojo. I look a mess. I may even be a little soggy.
And there you are.
Breezing nonchalantly through these molten days of summer with your irresistible brand of chic. Cool and sanguine in a little Chanel frock.
For the sake of the sisterhood – and, frankly, my self-esteem – might you bring it down a notch and stop looking so damn perfect?
Yours in envy,