Sunday, July 20, 2014

Sell Outs

Carven - tried this on down south, beautiful but horrendous on a petite frame.

Was it you? 
What were you doing between the hours of 9 am  and  4 pm on Wednesday 9th of July? We can do this the easy way or do I need to reach for the rubber truncheon and the sodium pentothal?  As I didn't buy anything new for spring/summer this year and have moolah burning a hole in my pocket, I am in the process of casting my beady eye over the new autumn/winter coat offerings.

Victoria Beckham.

 I have no need for one and  at least two would  have to leave the premises before a new one could  be escorted in but nevertheless I have been thwarted with a capital T. 


In the last few weeks a number of coats  and indeed, winter boots that have caught my eye online have come and gone within a day. 


Folks, it's only  the middle of July. It never used to be this way. Who are the coat equivalent of the Germans rising at the crack of dawn to drape their beach towels over the sun loungers?

all pics: net a porter.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Le Quatorze Juillet

The Marseillaise is still ringing in my ears from last night. It wafted  out across the gardens of Edinburgh, a sensuous French siren draped in a gossamer gown of red white and blue.  I'm always impressed when people can sing more than the first  verse of their national anthem, I belt out the first verse of God save The Queen and Flower of Scotland and then mime like a   
loose lipped sock puppet.

The Auld Alliance between Scotland and France, that bond of sharpened steel, which said if either was attacked the other would rush to their aid is over 700 years old. Last night we all kicked up our heels  this time in celebration of  Bastille Day.

I flew the flag too.

"In every combat where for five centuries the destiny of France was at stake, there were always men of Scotland to fight side by side with men of France, and what Frenchmen feel is that no people has ever been more generous than yours with its friendship."  
Charles de Gaulle

It was a party of two halves.
I spent  most of my time upstairs in the drawing room, envying all of the sleek chic bobbed brunettes, I couldn't leave it for three reasons; the buffet table, a delightful trio of  accordion players 
and well, silk shoes that wouldn't have lasted 5 minutes in wet grass, it was my Marie Antoinette moment.

In the distance, the Lion Rampant fluttered from Holyrood Palace

Here's me taking a shifty pic in the morning room, ( yes, I am somewhat over punctual and that annoying type who will ring your doorbell  whilst you still have your rollers in) where it dawned on me that tunic dresses, though  incredibly comfy, do not suit my figure - wardrobe cull at the weekend. (GSL - 'the belt, the waist', yes yes, yes, over and out.) 

I'm sure that many  of you will recognise this famous painting by the Scottish Colourist, Cadell.  It is called 30 Regent Terrace,

this is the exterior  today, it was just a few doors down from the party.
Regent Terrace  is a street steeped in history, these stentorian front  doors  have seen the comings and goings of Queen Mary, the Duchesse du Berry,  painters, 
our own titled aristocracy and Bletchley Park girl, Ann Mitchell.

Marie Therese of France, the daughter of Marie Antoinette and Louis XVI lived here with her husband the Duke of Angouleme. Napoleon  famously said of her,
"She was the the only man in the house of Bourbon"

Bourbon and pearls indeed.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Too Close For Comfort

Are you a banjo strummer?
Does your wedding photograph look like you've simply sidled up to your brother during a lull in the reception? For it seems like the Appalachian tradition of looking no further than across the kitchen table for a life mate has spread out from those dark mountain peaks. 

Same old same old at yours or a case of opposites attract?
I'm not telling.