Fashion madness abounds

Mmmm, well and um. Hardly the sort of response one would hope for when launching a new fashion line, or designing menswear or designing for a high street store. But lets put it this way, Rachel Zoe stylist designs clothes, some thingy person to do with Lady Gaga designs Thierry Mugler for mens collection and a Swedish fashionista blogger is doing something fashiony for H&M.

Now don't get me wrong the idea that someone should be stuck in the same job forever with no hope for a change is archaic. I'm all for the patchwork quilt world of achievement. In fact it makes my decision making seem perfectly normal.

Thank goodness for fashion madness it makes stupid tv programming look normal. Whilst I'm bored of the fashion madness, I am mad that the Good Wife is now a new series on More 4 relegated to the backwater of old school viewing, no HD.

You see dumbing down is all walks of life.

Does anyone care about the Good Wife apart from me? Am I so out of fashion? And who will be buying all the stylist turned designer, thingy Gaga thing turned designer, blogger turned designer - stuff?

The rail...

I'm busy getting a rail together to show women how to add the wow/Martini factor into their wardrobe for a series of events coming up. I'm in Sheffield and Leeds this week. You can book free tickets here

I managed to get hold of the Mango white dress from ASOS and a few other bits and pieces. I will photograph the rail before I set off on my travels.

Last week I was flat out teaching and styling on the NHJ Style Academy. It's a personal styling course which attracts people from all over Europe. Part of the course includes practical work experience and on Saturday morning I took one of our students to do a wardrobe before she jetted back to Amsterdam. I had a wonderful volunteer in Wife in the City

I wish I'd taken a photo because she was one of the most beautiful persons I've met in real life both inside and out. The pleasure of my work is I get to meet lots of people constantly and I forget how enriching this can be.

And just in case you think the life of a stylist is glamorous in anyway, I give you Deirdre & Doris (myself and Isobel Kershaw) on Friday night after a few drinks sat on a bench in Clapham Junction wishing we were anywhere else but where we were!