It struck me when I was looking at those crunchy old photos of me that my mother back in the day broke the rule that she imposed on me in my teens when buying warm clothing "Don't buy things in white/cream - you'll only get it dirty!" - by wearing her very white and fluffy ski jacket.  There's something in the brain I'm sure that makes people turn to darker colours in colder climates.  Today was the first day that I felt a proper London city CHILL, yet I opted for something that didn't look all that practical at all... Pringle cashmere jumper, Tao peach wooly shorts, vintage tie dye tee, nude over the knee crochet socks over grey tights and Forever 21 heeled brogues, Topshop pale satin swing jacket, vintage knitted white shawl and a cream wooly beanie.  It's as if pale colours in the cold might attract grime, city fumes and god knows what else because it felt like I was the only one dressed in this pastel palette that is best shunted to warmer weather... and the mothership's words were ringing in my head as I headed home huddled up in peaches and cream...