I was at the Country Home and Living Fair last week where I fell in love with a stand selling loose, square pocketed coats made of that incredible paisley silk/wool blanket material – like the shawls you see in all the Jane Austen films that just sing warmth and wealth. The feelings of desire caught me by surprise so I resisted (particularly as I have a coat fetish) but there was something about their bohemian utilitarian ease that majorly pulled at my heart strings.

 Etro cultivates that same vibe, where the smell of old Europe meets the heat of the exotic.

Not for the faint hearted there’s statement in their presence.

But the power of expression is a freedom and joy that should be shouted from the roof-tops..and anywhere else..

Laters, Kate x