Hetty's men. Oh the poor little lost tribe. They get NOTHING during London Fashion Week.
Not a cocktail. Nor a bra-text. Nor an aubade on the pillow at Claridges. ZILCH.
The girl is just too busy. She almost broke her ankle running to ERDEM and her canary yellow Repetto ballet flats are pretty much pulp. Why didn't she buy a third pair for stealth?
So it's hot pink kitten heels and breathless encounters with the HUNDREDS of major pieces that need to be in her life and I get the occasional whimpering phone call.
"just...can't...continue...need to go home to Mummy and chew on the edge of a large square crumpet."
Well, Hetty...you admirers feel the same way. Men will never understand why women walk over broken glass to look at clothes.
Hetty wears Emma Hope kitten heels available here http://www.emmahope.co.uk/