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Anya Hindmarch


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So, on Friday evening, my husband and I went out for supper to celebrate our wedding anniversary. (It was lovely, thanks. We went here – it’s just reopened after a refit and very nice it looks, too. Plus the food is pretty sublime.) Anyway, this is not the point. The point is that, when I was getting ready to go out, I realised that – despite a respectable collection of bags, I do not have one which befits an evening occasion. Obviously, what I really want is this (because what woman in her right mind doesn’t love a. a bit of sparkle and b. a bit of Anya): You could dress it down with skinny jeans and a (ahem) Breton striped top; dress it up with a fabulous evening frock (or be like my friend Anna and rock leather leggings and peep toes mere weeks after you give birth. Yep, that’s how fabulous she is.). But, fan of mine though she is, whispering about it in my two-year-old’s ear is unlikely to yield Hindmarch cometh Mothers’ Day. So, I opted to look elsewhere. I started here, because ethnic is so Right Now. This would make a low key outfit sing. Or you could opt…