I think I'm becoming a "woman of a certain age". I've been admiring "woman of a certain age" boutiques. There's one in every middle-class shopping strip. They're filled with scented candles, chunky jewellery and vaguely ethnic fashions. I gaze at the dresses in the window and think "ooooh, what a gorgeous colour!" and "my, such lovely embroidery!". I fantasise about trying things on. I imagine how casually elegant I'd look. But I... Continue Reading →