Channelling Dr Seuss

It doesn't take a genius to work out that there is a direct correlation between my usual end-of-winter poverty and my complete lack of self control. This is why, despite not having enough money at present to afford a decent haircut or use anything but Tesco own-brand facial wipes (however surprisingly good for the skin they may be) I purchased the following item, among others, from Topshop, on the extra-urgent-emergency credit card;



It isn't very 'me', it is a peculiar length, it's a little too small as they only had the size below, I doubt it will be very practical in Greece, it's only flattering when standing up as sitting down shows that I remain the least-toned person I know, my sister claimed that it was reminicent of 'The Cat in the Hat' (I give it two weeks until a request to borrow it occurs..) and I haven't made a final decision yet on whether it will stay in my company to the stage of wearing and tag-removal.

And yet, I REALLY want to keep him...