'Up to dinner, talking to Emily, practising the piano, playing with the children, reading Hoare's admirable article on Rimbaud the day had gone well... Eric has promised me some money for new clothes. Now the planning of them has become a nightmare. I want the clothes very badly. But looking through the pages of [italics] Vogue [end italics] has filled me with numb despair.' [because it is so hard to choose]