They say everybody has three vital anchors in this life: their home, their job and their relationship. If one is severed we learn to cope, but lose two or even three and we’re in for very a rough ride indeed. I’m about to spend the coming months with only one anchor to steady me, but I’m hoping the storm clouds gathering on the horizon will eventually culminate in a very rare gift – the freshest of slates.

I’ve never been a person who can go with the flow very easily when it comes to setting those vital anchors in place, so the next year is going to break me and reshape me in a multitude of ways. I’ve pictured every possible scenario, from the ideal to the catastrophic, but risks are what life is made of, so for once I’m going to surrender to serendipity and see what the universe has in store for me. I’ll use this opportunity to focus on all the things I’ve dreamed of but never had the chance to do: write a novel, do a yoga teacher training course, take ukulele lessons from a hipster in Brooklyn, make a documentary.

Anything could happen. The skyline’s the limit…

This year I did Halloween the chic way; using Face Lace from Harvey Nics and a long silver wig. I’m calling it Ice Queen-meets-Black Swan. It works, right?

For slightly milder, more autumnal temperatures I love Warehouse’s long-line biker, but on days like today (toe-numbingly chilly) something a bit more substantial is required – like my Day Birger et Mikkelsen cardi-coat…

Not even Gaga will be attempting these; they’re part of an exhibit called Scary Beautiful and will mercifully never go into production.  The unique ‘fronted-heel’ design was dreamt up by artist Leanie van der Vyver and Dutch shoe designer René van den Berg, who were inspired by society’s obsession with plastic surgery.

I had my brows done at Blink (the girls there are total pros) and opted for a ring finger manicure at The Paint Shop – Selfridges’ new nail bar.

Oh, and I saw Poppy Delevingne scoffing a croissant. Ok, it was a mini one. And yes, fine, she ate it in a very ladylike manner, but still…

Grand also revealed that the wedge high-top has been around for ages, stating “The Attractive [shoe model above] has been in the Hogan archive for years.” Who knew?

In other news, the clutch in the top right picture, which belongs to my friend Camilla, is made from bulls’ testicles. Yes, you read that right. It is literally a ball bag.

If I were a Russian oligarch’s wife this is what I’d buy:

Are you trying to test how silly fashion people are, Jil? If that’s your game then you’ve successfully proved that they’re inordinately silly, because these bags (let’s call them Grocery Clutches) have sold out!