After two weeks away from home there is nowhere I would rather be than in my room. I think you can tell a lot about a person from their bedroom; then I wonder what mine says about me? Pink (naturally), bunting hung with bras that I have decorated, or old ones that are simply too pretty to throw away, a framed Vogue cover (one of my favourite possessions) and walls covered in magazine pages. And, of course, my bookshelf. Every time I walk in to my room and scan the shelves bursting with fashion books and past copies of Vogue my heart is glad and I am reminded why I want to be a fashion journalist / ultimately the editor of Vogue. Not that I need reminding very often.