Hot mamas at Dolce & Gabbana
The childs' drawings on the invitations should have been a giveaway for what this show had in store, but we have to admit, we weren't expecting a catwalk full of adorable children (the toddlers and babies all walked with or were carried by their own model mothers) and pregnant women. Even the most serious fashion editors on the FROW had to raise a smile with all that cuteness being paraded past. It was a bit of a distraction from the clothing to be honest, which included those kids' doodles printed on dresses, jewelled headphone tiaras and lashings of sexy Dolce black lace, natch.
Eighties flashbacks at Versace
Friday night is Versace night, and this season Donatella gave her models a few staircases to contend with in towering heels before they even got to the catwalk but they took it in their stride, in particular Karlie Kloss, whose extraordinarily long legs could have probably taken two steps at a time. The clothes reminded us of the late Eighties in a colour palette of red, green, yellow and black - a trend we've seen elsewhere, so be prepared to dance to Salt-N-Pepa again any day now...
Parkas at Robeto Cavalli
Parkas don't sound very glamorous, right? But given that Cavalli's collection is always one of the most glitzy on the Milan schedule, these were parkas with a proper bling factor. In a luxe corduroy fabric and with furry trimmed collars, these might just be the perfect winter coats - great with jeans and a sweater; even better slung over a cocktail dress.
A fond farewell at Emilio Pucci
We learnt before the Pucci show that it would be its designer Peter Dundas's last collection. Stepping away from the houses's heritage swirl prints, he opted instead for a zodiac theme and barely there dresses that clearly showed the models' bums through sheer panels as they sashayed down the catwalk. Cheeky. He received s standing ovation at the end of the show, a rare thing in an age when the audience is more keen to get a picture on Instagram than to actually clap.
What could be more indulgent than to own a tiny dog that is small enough to carry in one hand, dress in a miniature sweater and take to the boutiques of Milan with you on a Sunday afternoon? OK, we admit, we met this two month old Chihuahua in Zara not Prada, but you've got to admit, he's pretty chic.