The illustrious Lucy and I strolled along to a Cabaret show the other day at Madam JoJos in Soho. Not before drinking vino in Soho Square out of paper coffee cups begged from Costas, of course. We be classy broads.
This is what I wore, for you folks watching at home:
Zara shirt, Vintage leopard skirt from Paris, mon cousin's G Star Boots.
And oh my lordy, cabaret is fun! It was so saucy and seated in this underground red velvet room, crammed full of chairs and tables and guttering candles, and soft cushions, it really felt like it captured some of that 1920s-playing-card-in-the-chest-pocket-of-a-war-hero-vibe.
If you'd asked me my opinion of nipple tassles before, you probs would have gotten a sketchy raised eyebrow.
Now? Probs to ya, lady. You got it going on.