Are ponchos still in?
Living with a boy (even Mark) I have no barometer on what still works. And I don't quite have the feel of Edinburgh style yet, although I think J Jill (oh how I miss you) esque might define it. More linen, less lace.
Less trashy than Cambridge's townies. More aging artist and yummy mummy.
So I am going to be ballsey and wear my apple green poncho tonight out for pizza with neighbour/client/friend Mark Lister and his fab girlfriend, handbag maker Katherine and Mark's wee boy and his sister and kids visiting from US of A.
Please let me know if I am making a 2002 fashion statement. You know who you are.