London Fashion Week last week, and I have only just recovered! At the show all day, and then partying every night. Fabulous, I loved it. But, I also wondered why we buy into it. A certain well known fashion editor was wondering around in heels she could not walk in, muttering away to her assistant who was wandering around with her watering can all day. Then, said editor, went on to someone's stand to 'borrow' some clothes, stripped off where she stood, changed, and then left! And the funniest thing is that her and her assistant looked ridiculous. And yet despite this, we let them dictate what fashion should be, how we should look, and we crave their approval. But in reality, do they really know any more than us? One look would prove otherwise. But when I mentioned this to other exhibitors, they all said well, she is in fashion, she is someone we look up to, she needs to look mad. I disagree. I think it is scary that fashion is dictated by people who wear extraordinary outfits, and can make or break a fashion business in minutes just by expressing their opinion. In reality, don't we all just want a dress that makes us look pretty, or jeans that make us look thin? Well I know I do.

I have been pondering for weeks now how I have got so fat without realising - and it has just struck me. So obvious! It is the legging and dress trend - it makes you fat! Reason being, you never realise how much weight you have put on, because the waist band of your leggings continues to expand with you, and your dress hangs flatteringly over it all hiding a multitude of sins. So when you do finally get around to trying on your jeans, like I just have, you cannot even get them over your rear, let alone do them up. And if you can do them up, the resultant muffin top is outrageous. So, I am taking this situation seriously into hand. Tap dancing, pole dancing, Davina McCall's video, whatever it takes - I must get back into my jeans before the fat trend is well and truly over. I will let you know how I go....

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/femail/article.html?in_article_id=473411&in_page_id=1879I wrote an article in Femail on Monday on how I thought the midi skirt for a/w was one of the worst looks we could have been blessed with for a season In fact, I felt I gave quite a good argument on it. So I was slightly taken aback by a comment from 'Kiri' (whoever she is..) leaving a more than slightly agressive comment on the internet about it. Primarily referring to me as a WAG (sooo wish I was that thin and rich) and secondly implying that I was 'cheap' - wow, she must really dislike me. Being as shallow and materialistic as I like to think I am, and PB KNOWS I am, being called cheap means I am obviously not trying hard enough...oh well, each to their own. My only comment to her would be that she should learn to spell the word argument before she tries to use it!

What a storming night! When my mate Alice told me we were heading to the Hackney Empire for a night of 'Guilty Pleasure', I must admit to being a tad sceptical. But get in quite frankly, it was a riot. Imagine those oh so cool pop stars (Suggs from Madness excluded) getting up there and singing their 'guilty pleasure', the one song you would never expect them to sing. Guy from Elbow, Mr PB's particular favourite, hit us with some Chicago...fabulous, I loved it. As for Cerys Matthews getting down to total Eclipse of the Heart, it was more than I could do to prevent myself singing along at full throttle. So I got up and thrusted my way around the dancefloor instead. Not a sight to be seen on a sober Tuesday night I can assure you. But girls, if you love a bit of 80's magic, and I do, stay tuned on the Guilty Pleasures website (www.guiltypleasures.co.uk) for some properly good ways to pass the time.

Imagine the embarrassment. Someone you work with, a girl, asks to see your fabulous new tiger print and red bra, which you are soooo proud of, so, of course, you lift up your top and show her. Next you hear a flurry of giggles, and lo and behold standing right there next to you is the Addison Lee courier. Yup, welcome to my life.

Aaah, just back from a long week in New York selling Tabitha bags at a trade show. And, it went very well. American Vogue even shot a purple clutch bag for their next spread! Except for one thing, my shopping. Have you seen the exchange rate?! Well, it's pretty much 2:1 in our favour, so basically, everything is half price....and, as the female mind will tell you, that means you are saving money on everything you buy! You see, it's not for us girls to see it as spending money we might not otherwise spend - no, it is for us girls to be thrilled that we have doubled the size of our wardrobe at half the price. I mean, from where I am standing, that seems like a bargain. But, it appears that the likes of Mr PB disagree. He sees it more as an unnecessary extravagance, and does not understand one bit where the saving element comes into the whole thing. I personally think it is pretty obvious, but he has now spent 3 evenings in a row trying to explain to me that my shopping spree has not helped us save money. He thinks I don't understand - I do, but I am not interested, because I am a girl, and he is a boy. And whatever he tells me, however many times, I KNOW that I saved money. And, although he won't admit it, I am sure he finds it slightly endearing.

Where oh where did the mullet come from?? Why is it still in existance? We all know it is the result of in breds, so why continue to show it off like it is something to be proud of?! It is not a handbag, it is a hairstyle, that is so wrong, I nearly want to say it has come full circle and it is right. But it hasn't, and it's not! So ditch the mullet people, and buy a Tabitha bag - you will feel much more fulfilled. Promise.

Gap also launched a "capsule collection" last week, with the launch of the dresses that Roland Mouret had designed for them. Again, within the collection were a couple of gems, but aside from that my sister and I struggled to understand the excitement about the whole 'event'. We did of course buy the 'gems', but aside from those, the matericals were cheap, and the cuts not entirely flattering. And yet they still sold out within days - as the shop assistant told me, 'where we would normally sell 30 dresses, we have sold 150. We are now taking the collection down to just one store as already the stock is so depleted.' Amazing, and all because we all think we should own one, not because we need one and certainly not because they make us look better than anything else in our wardrobe. But as girls, we want to be able to say we were there, we were part of it, and we think it is cool. And look everyone, we have something to show for it. No wonder men love us so much. It must be our common sense.

Well, being the ever generous boss that I am, I decided it was only fair that me and all the girls should head up to H&M for the early opening in Knightsbridge to celebrate the new Viktor & Rolf collection being in store (not for selfish reasons at all. obviously.)

So handbags in hand, ready for a fight, we headed off. Obviously we were late, so didn't actually make it into store until 9.48am, by which time the place had been ransacked. Now girls, that is the power of the brand...because in my eyes, this was more a case of the Emperors New Clothes. Had any of these clothes been unbranded and sitting in Top Shop, I personally think it unlikely that any of these items would have sold at any more than an averagely slow rate, but because of all the hype, girls were grabbing anything they could get their hands on. Chloe actually swore at somebody who tried to take the last dress of a particular style she was after. But it's like the sales - if we hadn't had believed it was a bargain, would we have bought it? I watched girls struggle out of there with more than 5 bags worth of clothes, all overflowing, virtually unable to carry everything - shapeless, printed dresses galore, with shoes so uncomfortable I personally could barely walk in them. BUT, having said that, I too was desperate to be part of the frenzy and buy something. So it was with delight that I found one of the last black macks in the shop, with its glorious heart shaped belt and high collar - in this I could imagine myself romantically springing around Paris on the way to the opera, laughing heartily at everything Mr PB said. So with my last £80 I bought it, secretly knowing in the back of my mind I would probably never wear it (unless Mr PB decides to take me to Paris), but thrilled I too was walking out with a Viktor & Rolf bag. Sad? Very. But H&M must be laughing all the way to the bank, because here is the genius of marketing.

So did you come to the shows?
They were fantastic, although I will admit to spending a little more time at Billion Dollar Babes than at Spirit. My promise not to spend all my money did not go all that well, but as I told Mr PB I did try with all my might to restrain myself, but just a little bit of me gave way on an Alice McCall coat, a cashmere jumper, and maybe a little DVF dress (but we did sell a lot of handbags, so I felt deserving) - but that was restraint!! I mean it could have definitely been a lot worse. But thankfully, I think I still have my Christmas holiday. Phew. And come on, a girl has to put a smile on her face. Spirit wasn't quite as exciting, unless you are a girl with a passion for a sausage or two...

Then, back to reality...Spirit of Christmas and Billion Dollar Babes. Spirit at Olympia - great show for eating free sausage samples, nibbling on delicious (and of course highly slimming) cheese, and of course buying fantastic leather handbags...ours. In reality we spend most of the time gossiping and trying to get discounts off the other traders, but it helps pass the time, and distracts us from the pie stands. Girls, a good place to bring the boyfriend this weekend if you want to give him a few suggestions for your stocking...Billion Dollar Babes then kicks off tomorrow, Friday, for two days of delicious shopping for cut price designer goods. We will be selling there, along with the likes of Malandrino (aargh, I LOVE her dresses) and Temperley. It is impossible to come here and not spend a fortune - but come early as the best things always go first...especially if I am there! I have obviously promised Mr PB I will do no more shopping as we are going on a Christmas holiday and I need to save, but you know how it is...something glittery, pretty, flattering, the most divine thing you have ever seen...I mean, sometimes it's a no choice situation!

I really hope we will see you at one of these events...if not, I will check in later and let you know how they are going. Enjoy the fireworks this weekend, wrapped up against the cold in your winter woolies..maybe cashmere from the new cheap line at H&M...and my suggestion would be Battersea Park, where the fireworks dance to music - sooo cool, and romantic if you can drag a man there...