Today I have changed my outfit, one, two... okay, five times. Why? Well, because market editor Rosemary and I went on in-store appointments this morning and as much as I prepped my pages for the November issue, I accidentally prepped my own wardrobe a little too. First stop was Easton Pearson where, by virtue of a hefty price tag ($1100), I managed to avoid buying an insanely beautiful Erickson Beamon necklace and spending the best part of my pay package in one fell swoop. We selected a nice little bundle to borrow for our pages and started the long walk down to the other end of Oxford Street to our next destination. This is where trouble struck. We stopped off at Incu to borrow a few American Apparel tees and some quirky little pieces from New Zealand designer Mala Brajovic when I spied a Karen Walker tee that I have been eyeing off all season. With a quick try-on over my outfit and a nod from Rosemary the first transaction of the day was done. Continuing down Oxford I spied Sass & Bide's Black Rats tights in their window and raced in like I was on fire to get a pair as I have been waiting a good six months for these to land. For those of you living under a rock, the Black Rats tights have been deemed the new East Village hipster jean which rocked the shores from Australia to London and NY and back again. The shop assistant understood my excitement and even said they have a nickname for the actions of crazed tight lovers like me: rat rage. So Rosemary and my raging rat self continued down the torturous street and managed to make it to Scanlan & Theodore a couple of minutes early giving us just enough time to check out the brand new stock. Rifling through the racks I could have bought it all but decided it best on both my wallet and Rosemary (as she had now spent some time outside change rooms) that I go for a no-try-on, one-size-fits-all pink and white striped baggy tee that will look perfect with my little rats. A hop and a skip over the road and we landed in Ksubi where the most perfect pair of gingham culottes – you remember those skirty, short things from the ’90s – were sitting there waiting for me to try on, and alas, I couldn’t help but notice they would look perfect with my new Karen Walker top. Done. A few bags under the arm later our appointment time has run dry and it was time to head back to the office. Some very excited colleagues ask me to try a few things on to give me their seal of approval and this is why I have changed five times today. Oh wait, I can spy my editor Justine coming down the hallway in her second change for the day. I must have caught this disease from the office...