
I've been getting my occasional 'loss of style mojo' recently. No matter where I go or what I try on, I just can't buy ANYTHING. Yep, I've been in a right style funk. That was until Sunday, when I headed to Oxford Street for a 2 hour lightning speed solo shopping session where I officially broke the spell. I forget that I much prefer shopping alone. Is that weird? I bought a new shirt, 2...