To celebrate my birthday this year I am forgoing drinks for ice-cream. Super childish, age-denying ice-cream. I'm talking knickerbocker glories.
At the seriously swish, rather retro ice-cream parlour at Fortnum and Mason.
I am going to wear a dress that makes me feel like Grayson Perry and possibly even ankle socks.
ps - no vintage as generally they're all too close fitting for the amount of ice-cream I plan to consume