Well, it doesn't take long, does it? As soon as the Summer sales are officially over, it's in with the Winter clothes, rows and rows of the latest woollies, hats, scarves and boots (!) despite the 34°C in the centre of Montpellier yesterday.
I'm not one for following fashion, personally. I used to be, in my London 'posey' theatre days, wildly, extravagantly so. However, as I approach my 46th birthday (argh!), next week, I am aware that my tastes have mellowed somewhat, influenced by "French Classics' and life in the country, sans doute.
Of course, the advantage of being middle-aged is that you know what really suits you, hopefully.
I've always loved buying vintage clothes and accessories from charity shops, jumble sales and flea markets, it's my thing, my style, I'm definitely not one for 'off-the-peg'.
It's certainly a wonderful place for inspiration (no, don't look at the price tags...)
I could fall for pretty much everything, I think.
Although I fear my days of strutting around in cashmere hot pants with wool ruffles are sadly over.