Write, write, write.

Write, write, write.

Write, write, write.

Write, write, write.

Rethink.

Delete, delete, delete.

Rewrite, rewrite, rewrite.

Write, write, write.

Write, write, write.

But all write and no play makes Cheshire bored and grumpy so we decided to potter down to Pompey for the ‘Little Black Dress’ exhibition.

I had assumed this was the touring version of a similarly titled exhibition in Brighton a few years ago – but I was wrong. It is an all-new Hampshire/Portsmouth version – and very good it is. Dresses from the Victorian era to today, including an early Chanel, a 50s Dior [only off-the-peg, I’m afraid] a dress worn by Marilyn Monroe, a 60s TopShop – and a wide selection of little black corsets, as well as all sorts of other accessories.

By sheer serendipitousness we ended up visiting on the day on which Alison Carter Tai, the curator of the exhibition, was there, so we got information from the horse’s mouth, as it were.

And the coffee and walnut cake in the cafe was good too – couldn’t end without my customary food recommendation, could I?

Tomorrow is a Babybel and gym day and then it’s back to write, write, write. The word count tells me I’m over half way through, but unfortunately I’m only up to the 1920s. However the rethink [to focus more on the effect of developments in printing on what artists can do] has made the work more focused [?] and made it easier to select artists to look at. It will still be too long – but that gives the people assessing the first draft something to do, right?