For the past couple of weeks my fashion bibles have been taken over by one topic - HRH Kate. Sorry, it's Catherine now right? Anyway. As much as I have enjoyed envying her extensive designer wardrobe - including but not limited to Erdem, Catherine Walker, Alexander McQueen and Issa - and occassional high street apparel, there is a little voice inside my head. What is this voice saying, I hear you ask? Well I shall tell you - She. Is. So. Horiffically. Thin. I promise you, I am not being swayed into thinking this because I look from behind the eyes of a porker. Quite the contrary.
When HRH first came into the public eye, she was a slender and nicely framed
young lady. If not entirely adapet at fashion, having been caught in a sheer dress (shudders dramatically) and pants. Now, I fear if someone does not force feed her some cake in the next 10 minutes, she may be blown off her feet by a surpise up-draft. What bafles me the most is the fact that, to my knowledge, not a single publication has picked up on this. Bar this excellent blog, might I mention. Looking good on the fashion front my dear, but please do go have a nice big lunch. Or at least a few pound-adding cocktails.
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