As I imagine you will have noticed, there are still - despite the recession - so many It Bags (or, as I prefer to call them, Iconic Designer Bags, or IDBs) that the only people capable of distinguishing a genuine IDB from what is simply a gorgeous bag from, say, Reiss, LK Bennett or River Island, are the accessories editor at Vogue and the interns who take care of the accessories cupboards at the
The female world divides into those who spend a lot on shoes and those who spend a little… I am sorry to disappoint/disillusion readers, but I am in the latter camp.
Yes, I know all the arguments in favour of pricey shoes - they camouflage a Primark outfit making it look as if it came from Browns, they are "noticed" in chi-chi shops and ritzy restaurants marking you out as well-dressed rather than a chav, and a real lady always wears "good" shoes, etc.
But, really, what a lot of anachronistic twaddle, intended to make us slaves to the idea that only designer shoes will do.
Yes, readers, we are all still deeply infatuated with the boyfriend. The boyfriend jacket, that is, also known as the blazer and occasionally as a tuxedo when it has a roll collar in place of revers. Last year, it was the hottest jacket shape on and off the catwalk, and this year the boyfriend is still strutting its stuff in the high street and all the leading stores.
I concede that the idea of splurging on suede and leather for spring and summer feels distinctly counter intuitive. Both fabrics seem to fit into a winter wardrobe far more appropriately than into a summer one.
If you expect clarity from the JC on trousers for Spring, you are - and I say this with the utmost regret and humility - in for a disappointment. The fashion editor is as confused as most of you and, indeed, as most of the designers, who cannot seem to agree on what is the hot trouser shape for the Spring season, offering, in place of clarity, a smorgasbord of choice.
There is a certain irony to our continuing - indeed, blossoming - love affair with colour. Anyone who has been a sentient adult since the turn of the millennium will recall that, for the previous 20 years, every woman claiming even the most minimal fashion credentials refused to be seen wearing any colour that wasn't black.
Exceptions were reluctantly made for navy, grey or chocolate when those colours strode the runway as the season's alleged substitute for black.
The idea of peeling off the cashmere and heat-tech to try on a bikini or a beach kaftan right now is enough to make us all come out in goose-bumps. But if you are among the 11 million Brits estimated by a recent Halifax survey to be taking a winter-sun holiday between now and March, the current Siberian-style temperatures are unlikely to deter you from heading to the shops to scoop up some new swim and beachwear.