SJP at Halston Heritage - But Why?

More news from the germ-ridden depths of my sick bed...

Sex and the City star Sarah Jessica Parker is to consult for Halston Heritage, a more affordable sister line to the sleek 70's fashion house. Word on the street suggests that a role as demanding as Creative Director could be bestowed upon the actress, renowned for her innate sense of style and quirky fashionista image.

I have one major problem with this news.

It's not that SJP is at all clueless in terms of style (she does wear clothes well, due in part to the fact that she is tremendously thin, which always helps), we have all seen paparazzi shots of her looking every inch the fashion icon. It's that time and time again she is lauded as being every woman's style crush, when in fact the lady you are after should be Patricia Field. The costume designer and stylist created the looks for Sex and the City, The Devil Wears Prada, Ugly Betty and Confessions of a Shopaholic. No small feat then. Only the most influential fashion based programming of the Noughties.

Before Sex and the City, had anyone heard the words "style" and "Sarah Jessica Parker" mentioned in the same sentence? Didn't think so.

Notes from my sick bed

All this dastardly weather has turned my immune system upside down, so today I'm essentially lying in repose on my bed surrounded by soggy tissues, packets of Sudafed and a lukewarm hot water bottle. C'est chic. I did however toy with the idea of dragging myself to work today before I realised it had snowed overnight, making my commute a chilly and quite frankly stupid journey for an ill person. During my toying, I had showered, blow dried and put on my makeup (what if a gorgeous Jehovah's Witness arrives at my door during my day in bed, I don't want standards slipping) when it hit me. You really know something is a wonder product when it means that even the most sickly pallor can be transformed into a healthy glow. I have three words. Nars Orgasm Blush. I'm now the image of a hale and hearty, rosy-cheeked milkmaid despite the fact that I've been up puking all night and haven't eaten for 48 hours. Ah, the wonders of cosmetics...

Also, Santa brought me the Shu Uemura eyelash curler (a veritable must for every makeup artist known to man), and the results are sensational. I honestly cannot fathom how it works so well without the application of heat. And just to clarify - I'm really not one of those people who thinks that every product they buy is amazing. I'm frequently disappointed. Not pointing any fingers...Clarins Beauty Flash Balm, ahem...

Also, I've been on the lookout for a vintage style silk scarf for quite some time now to fit in with the "urban traveller" look I'm channelling at the moment (this phase is mainly courtesy of my recent trip to the Middle East, the materials there were stunning). I scoured all the obvious places - vintage section at Oxford Street Topshop, Urban Outfitters, Anthropologie, second hand boutiques but to no avail. Then on my way down Regent Street I spied the perfect model in (of all places) Banana Republic! Seriously, some of the accessories in the soccer mom store were actually pretty hot. And with sale prices, they could even be justified despite the huge mark up from the dollar. So fly my pretties, fly to Regent Street and stock up while you can...