I walked up Bond Street after a meeting. I was on my way to Oxford Street, where I planned to nip into Selfridges for some N’Espresso pods (Indirya) before heading back home after meetings.
I had vaguely remembered that Victoria’s Secret was finally opening in London. My daughter is a true fan of VS “PINK” trackies. Although I have found other V.S. articles in the laundry.At first, I thought one of the articles was a headband. No further comment!
But this is a big attraction; I started to notice the pink shopping bags two blocks before; and two people asking the people with the highly visible pink bags where the store was. They had American accents. I thought that perhaps they should just wait until they took a trip home….frankly all “American” things here carry a hefty premium. Unless of course, they live in Arkansas, where they are better off here for a plethora of reasons.
This was my favorite Angel window…..okay – some of you might think this is slicing the turkey way too thin and close to the bone to choose this as an “Angel”. But as I mentioned; when I look for them (Angels) they go “poof”; and who am I to be the judge of what “Angel” is really an “Angel”? Some would definitely prefer fluff to abs. Besides; I could get close to this one! And the store was festive, the street was festive….
Some of you might be wondering if I wandered in and came out with a pink bag too. No – I learned long ago that Angels don’t have my curves. A couple of years ago my daughter and I watched the VS Fashion Show on television (Uncle Bob pretenses to be reading a book but was sneaking peeks and tapping his foot to the Black Eyed Peas) and if anything; these girls have no bums. My “aha” moment as to why nothing in there I can wear. So the answer is “no” – I am more the Rigby & Peller type. 🙂