What A Year!

As I look back at this last year, who knew that my thoughts would have been enjoyed by so many of you. More to the point, that I would have enjoyed sharing them with you so much?! I have protected the Innocent (for they know not what they do - really?) I have given you "valuable style tips" (well, my style) and I hope that you have joined me in what is sometimes the ridiculousness/absurdity of my life. The hot news is that my blog (is being turned into a film!) NO! Not yet. It's that in the new year I'm opening a website to which photos will be added! All you around me have given me so much encouragement and laughed with me (maybe at me, but that has been in private).

The Line has become hugely important to me. Some of my best friends, advisers, supporters and sometime cohorts sit together on a Saturday morning in Synagogue. All have provided constant warmth, support and humour. As a good friend of mine says "I salute you, one and all!"

Actually, dressing for the Line is easy as I figure it out the night before so I don't awake and panic. The Line is something that happens on a Saturday morning in my life. We're a very close group of women who sit together in Synagogue. Now we (for all of you that don't know) have to adhere to a strong dress code. Head covered if married - an uncovered head is a sign to a man that you are single/unmarried/divorced/widowed. Arms covered to past the elbows. No décolleté. Longer length skirts. Modesty - no trousers at all. Apart from that you can do what you want. Colour, shape, style. And believe me, we have fun! We're very fashion-forward. Stylish, yet always with reserve and modesty. Along this line, you will see in my mind, the best-dressed list. In styles, we are all different but we try and this to me is the essence of dressing. So I vote The Line, the Best Dressed.

Am still having the Winter White debate. I'll let you know how I get on.

Thank you one and all!

Happy Holidays
Happy New Year
...and above all Good Health, lots of laughter and,

Happy Shopping!


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It's The Thought That Counts

Who and what makes a best-dressed list? Although I have a good memory, it's not photographic, so going through the year and remembering what we all wore could be difficult. The funny (although not surprising) thing is that I can remember all the badly dressed much easier... Within my circle, my task is surprisingly difficult as most (not all) of the women around and about know as much about fashion/style as my window cleaner (actually, he's rocking the grey tracksuit quite well). I digress - their fashion diktat is "safety-first" or should we say "boring". Bear with me as I'm really going to have to go back... ... ... Way, way back.

The one thing I will say is that dresing inappropriately could become a style all by itself. When your very good friend hosts a dinner on the eve of sabbath (Friday night) and she's very orthodox, should you adopt a modest dress code and not inappropriately and disrespectfully wear a sleeveless, open dress showing all your flesh and underwear when modesty should be the diktat? The answer is, "Yes, of course". If you're 25, the short skirt is still your friend. If you have a 5 or anything higher than that at the front of your age, no matter how good you think your legs are - put them away! Actually, I'm trying to understand why this woman did this... ... Well, that's enough time given to that thought!

Back to the title - who and what? People who try, even sometimes getting it wrong, is to my mind far better than not trying at all. This I know because I sometimes get it wrong. And I'm not unhappy with this fact because it means I won't next time. I just must spend more time editing.

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So here's my example of no editing - here I am, sat in my dressing room, fighting against the pull of buying a black jacket. After all I've said about black! Maybe I'm wrong and you are all right. Seemingly, I can't get dressed. I don't want to wear my new low heels today as I want to wear them either to dinner or for Shul first. Trust me - I've got a lot of shoes and I'm only going into town and who could care what I look like! Ugh!! This is bad. It took me one and a half hours to dress the other day, and here I am again. OK, I'm getting dressed and I don't care. (Who am I kidding?!)

It's this "New Feminine" I've been talking about...

Happy Dressing!

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A Sensible Francine broadcast

So, if we're to believe it, the eponymous Lauren Santa Domingo (the girl from American Vogue) is gracing Little Old England with a new shop - "MO". A very exclusive, appointment-only, where you can buy clothes (that she may have touched) and shop straight off the runway... Are you kidding me?!! Be very wary - like I've mentioned in previous blogs, to me buying straight from the show is a very perilous pastime. This is not couture, where the clothing will be made especially for you and presented to you a few weeks later. To my mind it means buying now for delivery in, say June. If, like me, your style is ever-changing/evolving what I want now I probably won't want in June. Prime example - I'm loving the sequined sleeve and as I have a vintage sequined, long-sleeve top. I wore it recently to a tee with a cashmere tank-top over and wide-legged trousers - my homage to Esprit Dior - it got a very positive reaction. This being December, will I still want this for next pre-fall (June/July). And if, as I suspect, the high street takes note and copies this look, will I still want it when the original is available at huge cost, or will I want something else? Your guess is as good as mine... So take your ability to pre-order and think very carefully about it.

This has been a Sensible Francine Broadcast.

Happy Shopping!

The Sleeves of Success!

This is not something I often (if ever) do - watch "Lorraine" on ITV in the morning. But I just put the television on and up she popped, wearing an aquamarine cardigan - a short thing, we all know the style - round neck, buttoned to the waist. Now, these cardigans I don't like, but I must confess I tried one on yesterday with a tank underneath it. Hmmmm... Is this part of the New Feminine? Becasue it has the soft shape, it seems to work although I'm not quite sure. My overriding love at the moment is Gwynth Paltrow (yes, OK I know, I know) but suspend disbelief for a moment and go back to her role in Wes Anderson's classic The Royal Tenenbaums. All '70s and prim - perfect! Must check - did she wear a cardigan?

FORGET THAT...

I just saw the Dior pre-fall show from Tokyo. Can anyone say sequinned sleeves and Polo on a basic cloth dress? Wait 'til you see the combinations - winter white trousers, fair isle sleeveless jumpers, sequinned sleeves and Yellow - I can't wait! My sequined skirt may have another life after all. Joy of joys!! The Sleeves of Success.

Now, those of you that know me will know that along with The Bible (American Vogue) I also read the Saturday Financial Times (generally for How To Spend It). I've just been reading of the disappointing growth (or should I say fall) and change of top management at Gucci, in preference to smaller, more select, exclusive brands with more relevent, non logo-led styling. This actually comes as no surprise to me as I see the Chinese and Japanese in the stores (they're the big spenders at the moment) and they seem to be dressed with a much more "niche market" sense of style - I hope you understand. You won't see a Gucci belt in sight, but you will see the most up-to-the-minute styling hot off the runway. Certainly no Last Season here! And although this is not my raison d'etre, I do appreciate it. Which brings me back to the Dior show in Tokyo. Priase where praise is due - even if I were not a huge fan the business acumen to stage this show "Esprit Dior Tokyo 2014" in Japan, looking the way it looked, I'm absolutely sure it's a huge hit! Bullseye! Hole in One!! Francine Gold Star!!

Sequined sleeves anyone?

Happy Shopping

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There's a Change afoot...

As a continuation of my last post, my sequined skirt is not going to be given the kiss of life. The life support has been turned off. The fabric was not good enough to repair and altering would be a fortune. Don't cry - I'm over it. Nature has her way of moving you on. New mink jacket bought! Natural black female beauty! It's love. Selling my demi-buff (that's light brown to the no-fur buyers) jacket and was thinking of selling my bright green black mink coat as well. But just spoke to my Mother who has convinced me not to sell it. Would like a white/pastel or maybe a different, more classic, pale mink coat. But that's not really the change I'm talking about. Just glimpsed the January English Vogue and what did I see, apart from a feature on a friend of mine, the return to Simple Dressing. Hold the front page! Surely not English Vogue?! But anyhow, I feel it.

I went yesterday to Bicester Shopping Village with a girl friend and lots of fun was had. Going to a tea party at Dior in Conduit Street, which will be very convivial. As previously stated, I'm much more into Pre-Fall than Cruise in Dior...

Winter white, winter white... I'm going to see if Scooby's (my South London drycleaners) are listed on the stock exchange. If winter white is purchased, then their shares (or should that be profits) will soar sky-high! So may buy shares - it's like funding a small country anyhow. Not that they're expensive, just the regularity of the visits. No couture in sight for me... What did surprise me, was that when we went into Dolce & Gabbana in Bicester, a few years ago I would have (killed is a little strong, but you get my drift) wanted most of what I saw. Well nothing tempted me at all. I couldn't have seen myself in any of it. What does this mean for my passion for most things Dior? Maybe because it's most and not all that it survives and my love of past collections, as opposed to the new ones. Is it like wine? Sometimes the old vintage is better than the new.

To be continued...

Happy Shopping!

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Quelle Horrore!!

I ripped one of my go-to skirts (grey sequinned). The rip is on the seam, so I hope it can be mended. But how did it happen? No idea. And no, it wasn't too tight or fighting with drunken hips. But, joy of joys, I just got back my pink skirt with the couture embroidery on. Wow it looks great! I can't wait to wear it! This possible loss of my grey sequinned skirt has sent me into a temporary spin - how to replace?... Urgh - all that looking. I phoned the designer named on the skirt to see if they had any old stock? Four years old? Forget it... Maybe I'll look around the stores and see what's out there. Not quite the right time, but needs must.

Sending my skirt off to to my Alterationist. If anyone can do anything, Alina can (alina@galediltd.com). Next - a list must be made. You all know why - preview sales any minute now and Cruise is in. And what is needed to fill any gaps has to be bought. A pair of jeans would be nice, maybe. Can't I just buy shoes? This I really enjoy. Anything else is such a number. Top of that list - swimwear, followed by underwear, followed by dressing gowns. Dressing Gowns again? Don't ask - I like full-length (that's to the floor and not hovering somewhere over my ankle), not too heavy and not silky. OK, you look! Because I'm sick of that one.

Back to my jeans. Maybe the Posh Spice ones I saw a few months ago? Maybe the new Gucci ones? Very sailor, very flared. Maybe... A lace top, I think may be required. Note I haven't specified colour - I'm not that foolish. Got to give myself some chance! Will I succumb to my Crinoline skirt? Maybe, who knows?

Winter White. Oh that. So high maintenance I'm getting a nosebleed just thinking about it. But, well I just might if the price is right. If I do invest in winter white, I'll have to arrive late at all my events in the hope that any food being thrown will have already been discharged and I'll be safe from any stains. Who am I kidding? I could build a glass cabinet to house these clothes in and they'd still get stained! Maybe by thought... I think some people are just attractive to flying stains. That must be me. The trousers in this look are very long and flared. So another item not to be worn in the wet. I could always carry my outfit in a garment bag to my destination and then dress, for fear of actual contact with the pavement - wet or dry! I could wear this in a bubble. What? Bubble wrap.

Away from the serious stuff for now - I hosted a ladies lunch in my home this week in my real life, for another Woman Of Note, Dame Tani Gray-Thompson. What a joy she was to listen to! So honest, funny and self-effacing. I know all my guests felt exactly the same way I did. She really is an inspiring woman and how lucky am I to have had this opportunity?

OK. Back to the Winter White. A decision has been made! Unless when I awake and I find a money tree in my small garden/courtyard (I am not quite landed gentry - a Queen-in-Waiting) I'm not going to resemble Snow White this winter. I'm going to upgrade my black Mink jacket instead - Ha ha! Sell last years back to where I bought it (Gale) and in it's place get a new female black. Much better use of money! Yes, I thought you'd agree. Although of course I had imagined the Snow White theme, especially as I'm so blonde at the moment. Never mind - there may be a Money Tree when I awake. We won't hold our breath, though. Hold on - didn't I plant some strange things a while ago?... Maybe my winter white can be Spring White. Mmmmm.... not quite the same but something to dream of. I found a 50p piece in the street - you think it's a sign? Yes - the sign is that winter white will be 2016.

Had a little spare time today so I went around some shops looking at Cruise. Good job I'm not going on a cruise, as looking at what's on offer I think I'd be cancelling my trip. Ha ha - only kidding. You know my motto - if in doubt, just have another look at what you've got and smile. A smile is never last season.

Happy Shopping!

Women of Note

I've just watched Posh People Inside Tatler. I wonder on the mirrored relevance of my life as the dinner of the year within the "Jewish Art Fabulous" social scene presents itself tomorrow evening - the BFAMI Gala. I am a member of this committee, so I'm perfectly placed to tell you all about it. That, I won't! But what I will do is comment. Is BFAMI the Jewish Tatler? Maybe yes, maybe no... Now this is the gala dinner I've been going to the longest. I started when I was married, so fun has been had for a long long time. Well before I was a committee member. Being on this committee is like being a member of the Oxford Bullington Club - what goes on in the club, stays in the club (generally - there's always a leak here and there). The same as the committee meetings - and remember I've been on many committees before. But this one is out there by itself. Will tell you all about it in a couple of days time. Shame it's not Black Tie. Did someone mention a gown?

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Well, the Gala has been and gone. Over in a flash, the blink of an eye. You'd think someone was listening to me. To a fun Gala - why wear black? Yes I know I've said this before (many times) but obviously you're not listening to me! I can see how wearing a Burkha must be a blessing for some women - not to stand out or be seen. Why, when you have fun clothes in colours, textures and sparkle, wear a black dress? This is a fun art evening, and yet... I can't even be bothered to comment. So that says it all. And back to the beginning. BFAMI isn't Tatler (thank goodness) although some people there do believe they belong to the aristocracy (the Jewish aristocracy).

...I Met A Real Person
Excuse me, what am I saying? The World is full of I'm a Celebrity This and I'm a Celebrity That - what have they done worth celebrating? Wearing a BodyCon dress, spraying yourself orange and bedding a Footballer/Politician/Musician does not a celebrity make!

...I Met The Author
Natasha Fraser-Cavassoni at a signing of her latest book Monsieur Dior: Once Upon A Time. What a charming, engaging, articulate, friendly woman she was! She was wonderful in her own right - nothing to do with her husband's bank balance. Her status was carved through intellect and passion. No one could ever call her a Celebrity, not would they. This is a real Woman Of Note.

Who Do You Run With?
Who is your posse? Are you all alike? In my case I think in a way, yes. All over-achieving, extremely stylish, friendly women from many countries. And what is very interesting is that although we are all stylish, we all have a different style. Or do we? I just nearly bought a pair of 5cm heeled shoes. Now, in the future I may buy them, as I already wear that height during the day. But for an "outfit", what prompted me was that one of my friends had another designer on, but the same height heel and I thought they looked very cool. But then everything does on this friend. But I went for the 10.5cm, pale pink, red-tipped (of course I did). Will investigate further...

I know you're all dying to know - did my lilac silk cocktail dress manage to escape unscathed? Where was my first port-of-call the next morning? South London...

It's getting colder. Wrap up warm. Remember - Spring is on the way...

Happy Shopping!

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Style Icon/Streetwalker

A few Blogs ago I spoke about Fast Fashion (or being able to buy whilst at the show). In my life I saw the show months ago and as you know the collections started to arrive recently.

I was invited to a cocktail party to view Cruise. Some of the pieces were beautiful, but nothing tempted me. Last year, I bought Cruise in November, although I did wear the outfit many times in my dressing room I had to wait until March to actually venture out of the house in said outfit. Now, what did come to mind as I looked through the new American Vogue, was pre-fall. In technical terms that's three collections back but there were things I'd rather buy for now than what I'm supposed to be buying. So you see buying from the show would have be a waste of time for me. Here's the dilemma though - if I don't buy Cruise now by the time I do want to - will it be gone in my size? Hmmm... I'm stuck.

When did dressing like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman become acceptable attire for women over 50 at a charity dinner? Good question... Yes, I know it is - but what is the answer? Well, it seems Now. Really? Yes, really. I saw it with my own eyes! Why are bright and attractive women deciding to dress in this manner? So, we have the over-tight ripped jeans, clinging bodycon dresses, slashed necks to the waist and now thigh-high boots with miniskirts... I suppose the next thing to look for will be totally-see through blouses.

Is it a sign of insecurity in the female firmament, or is it a power play?

To be continued...

In Search of The Truth, part 2: Mean Girls

Well, it was made in Hollywood by Americans and they, at the moment, seem to be the purveyors of the title. Maybe it's our stiff upper lip or just our manners. Our American girlfriends seem to have no such filter where decency, decorum or manners are concerned. Is it a chip on the shoulder, or not being British and living in a foreign land with foreign customs? Or maybe I'm just being kind...

In search of the truth

Isn't it sad that what seems to be the Nadir of light entertainment on television is people (generally women) having a go at each other. From my beloved Downton to TOWIE to The Kardashians to The Real Houswives of Every Major American City. All I can see is people being bitchy - sticking the knife into each other's backs, which makes very unpleasant viewing. What is it about us, that we find this awfulness entertaining? The film that sums this up perfectly is of course, Mean Girls. Is it a fundamental difference between men and women, because to me men seem to be less inclined to behave like this. Over the next four weeks, I have a diary full of very social events where I will be watching this phenomenon to see if it's only on TV or really true in my real life. I think you and I already know the answer to that question, but I'm going to keep a very open mind (in search of the truth).

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Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there was a beautiful young Princess called Francine. Francine had a thing for a designer called Azzedine Alaïa (I said it was a long time ago). For a party that our Princess was invited to, she bought an outfit by said designer comprising of skirt and top - both black and the skirt with laces up the side (you remember Addicted To Love, by Robert Palmer) the backing band wore similar outfits - yes you remember. I said it was a long time ago...

Fast forward to Modern Times (last week). Our Princess just tried on a black skirt with laces up the side... Am I starring in my own fairy story? Or am I part of the Goldfish Bowl of Fashion? Swimming round and round, forgetting the very thing we just saw and every time we see it again, thinking it's new?

As the temperature dropped last week. I actually wore tights (be they very small fishnets). I have not worn tights for a very long time. Recently in The Times, there was an article about women who never, even in the coldest climes, ever wear tights, but have perfectly polished pins. I also subscribe to the no-tight look with lightly-tanned legs - nothing in my opinion looks better. Sometimes my Leg Colourist (not me, I hasten to add. I did try to do it myself once and let's say my ankles and heels looked radioactive. It looked like I'd sprayed them streaky day-glo orange, and at that time fake tans stank! How did I try to cover this oversight? Well, my ex-husband thought my legs looked like I'd been Tango'ed. Smell, what smell? Never mind the fact that as orange as my legs were, the rest of my body was white. And the next morning, my bedsheets were also orange! I tried to convince him that his glasses needed checking). Well, the colour is sometimes a bit too tanned, but it fades. I just wonder - I wore knee-high black socks for the last two years and I'm not interested in ankle socks in winter, with a skirt, on me. And, well, is there really nothing else? I remember when, a few years ago, I bought some Shin Shine (yes, Shin Shine). My first husband could not either believe it or understand the necessity for this cosmetic must-have. But I swear by it and still use it today.

I can't now remember where but very recently I saw, in a fashion spread, a dress for over £30,000... Really? I can think of so many things to say and jokes to crack, but I think I'll leave you to ponder on that nugget of news. Remember, if you have a dressing rooim big enough, keep what you're wearing now and (provided you're the same size in 30 years time) you can wear it again!

Happy Shopping!

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Can a Leopard Change it's Spots?

Now, those of you that are regular readers will know that this Blog is generally full of my shopping life, opinions and feelings, but not much of my private life. In this installment, I will veer a little off course...

I went to a huge communal lunch, the like of which I have not been to since my childhood. Which brings me to my title - am I the same person I was as a child? Or does Life and Experience change us? My feeling today as I sat with my closest friends was one of happiness and I must say, even with my past experiences, I felt in a very familiar place and behaved accordingly. So my feelings on "Give me the boy and I will show you the Man" are 100% true. But, by being the same person, can we put Life's experiences to good use? Yes, I believe we can. And why is that? Because I've learned that you can never really change anyone, and that if it's not right it won't suddenly become right. You have to either accept that or let it go and move on. And, if you remember me talking a few Blogs back about power, who has it and how to use it - well, this is Power. Power to understand yourself and not to turn a blind eye to your first instinct, is the truest form of power. This way, we won't be surprised or shocked at others actions (like I was).

So, this Leopard hasn't changed her spots and probably neither have you. But here's hoping that we all remember to remember what we've learned as we go from day to day.

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You'll Regret It!

This is not the usual way I would start my Blog, but it would be remiss of me to not include this as it was a huge part of my life recently. "You'll regret it" - is this not an extremely aggressive and menacing statement?
Yes.
Well, I'm glad you agree with me because it was said to me very recently when I declined an advance. What were you going to do? Bully me into submission? It just keeps playing over and over in my head. "You'll regret it... You'll regret it..." Actually No, I won't. But it's the arrogance, conceit and threat of this statement that upset me. The person responsible for this, as you would imagine, is no longer part of my life. But it just makes me wonder- how does anyone think it's acceptable to say this? I was so upset by this that it threw my whole week out. But now, my equilibrium has been regained and lots to tell...

How much is too much? I went to a sample sale. Two floors full of clothes, four rooms packed with tops, dresses, jackets, furs, shoes, bags - totally overwhelmed me! You'll be happy to hear I bought nothing. Why did I go? Out of curiosity. Was a little gem going to slip by me? No. It wasn't. But, as you already know, there were no gems (for me). Just lots of unloved stock that was of no use. And although under huge pressure from the sales assistant - one showed me a short BodyCon dress... (do I want to look like Kim Kardashian-West? Ha ha - we all know the answer to that). They did have a few gowns (with a small "g"). They looked like the outcasts from a cross between Strictly Come Dancing and a Soap Wedding in OK Magazine (you get the picture).

I saw with my own eyes, in November 2014, women of all ages were doing their best KKW impersonations and I know that like me, you are aghast, but I kid you not. A question I've touched on lightly in a previous blog - let me refresh your memory. Once upon a time, in conversation with a friend I stumbled onto something. It started by commenting on the state of the clothing worn (or not) by women in a very fashionable Private Members Club. Let's call it "Fast Fashion". That means that anyone looking at the women could very speedily see all that was on offer. Tight tight tight. Short short short. Yes - you guessed it - BodyCon dresses and  heels that come with their own pole. In this age of speed in all things, have we succumbed to instant gratification in all aspects of life? When I look at the Fashion Magazines, I see no sight of this style of dress and yet - there it is. Everything out, nothing left to the imagination. This obviousness in all things seems to have a life of it's own, if I'm to believe what I saw. I hope that this tiny microcosm is not to be taken seriously. Otherwise what is the purpose of Fashion? Because what I saw is truly a very sad indictment of life.

I met Valentino at an event last week. My friend asked me how old I thought he was. I guessed early 80s, although as I pointed out, his body may be, but his face was probably 4 or 5 years old. Well, we laughed. So remember - never mind 16-61 (16 from the back, 61 from the front) let's try to make our faces slightly more realistic. Laughter is always the youth elixir worth striving for.

Happy Shopping!

PS: Cruise is in.

Tomorrow Never Dies

Tomorrow was an art installation at the V&A at the end of last year. It was totally inspiring and had (in my opinion) a huge impact on the contemporary art world. It was created by the artists Elmgreen & Dragset comprising of scenes from an unrealised film. It was set in an apartment which hadn't been redecorated for at least 50 years - an example of past decades as a backdrop to contemporary artifacts. Now, we're seeing art stands echoing the same sentiments - the stand at Frieze Masters by gallerist Helly Nahmad must have been inspired by Tomorrow. And as we look to the past a new book with the title, "The Gown" by Jo Ellison has just been published. All the above showcasing a bygone age coming back to life.

This is so relevant to me as I loved Tomorrow and also Helly Nahmad's stand. This is where it applies to my life - I've suddenly been captivated by the idea of buying "a gown". OK, this is a new phenomenon to me, as how often does the occasion to wear a gown really occur? A cocktail dress? Yes yes yes! Gown... Let me think? Very rarely...

I do have long evening dresses which, when black or white tie dictates, I wear. Although seldom is this the dress code (in my life). We now have "Lounge Suit" - it seems men prefer that. But a gown - I'd love a gown. I would wear it instead of a cocktail dress. Listen - if I can wear a Tiara, I can wear a gown! Why not? Just have to find one now! Would like a colour, but the first one I've seen is black, long-sleeves, very low back and beautifully draped front. Mmmm... What about a very full Crinoline-shaped skirt, ankle length? Possible... I'd have liked pale pink, (not Little Girl Pink, but soft). Nothing! OK, will keep you posted.

I have seen the most beautiful chiffon with couture embroidery. You can only imagine how expensive that is! The embroidery is like works of art. I suppose I can always hang it on my walls when not wearing it. Then, it's an art investment and an item of clothing! I just love the Two-For-One idea (first seen in my local Waitrose).

Just heard the sad news that Oscar de la Renta died. I have a couple of his outfits and have, funnily enough, just started wearing his skirt again. OK, the reason for this is I just had it "eased" (let out) so now it fits. Now, before you all say, "Yes - I thought Francine had put weight on", his clothes I bought when I was going through my divorce (anyone who's ever been through anything traumatic like that knows it's either eat or starve. I coudn't eat, so went down to a US size 4. For me - very small). Hence the need of easing.  Anyhow, all is well now and I've been wearing his skirt and loving it! He made gowns aplenty and many of them truly beautiful creations (this blog is dovetailing so well).

In life, not all things are equal. If they were, I for one would definitely be donning more than one gown this Gala season. So when we look forward, we should always remember to look back,

"Tomorrow Never Dies".

Happy Shopping!

Food and Fashion - the solution is clear (plastic)

Can you eat in your clothes? No, I'm not on any non-prescription drugs and this is a very serious question. The story so far...

I have a pale pink Dior skirt purchased in June pre-season, which I love. High-waisted, superbly shaped and below the knee. I wore it in Leeds to a couple of dinners. Yes, a speck of chocolate dessert fell off my napkin. So on my return to London I hot-footed it to South London to my cleaners. Cleaned, I picked up the skirt only to be asked, "What was the stain?" Chocolate, I replied. "No, it can't be - we got that out." And yes, that stain they had removed. But towards the bottom of the skirt at the front there appeared a mystery stain that I had absoloutely no recollection of. So now, after numerous opinions and thoughts I'm going to have a flower design embroidered and sequinned over the stain - my homage to the Dior embroidery and sequinning this season. And as I can't get it done in Paris, I'm on the hunt for someone to do it (just found the Royal School of Needlework- hopefully they can help me).

Back to the title. As all this was going through my head I realised that I also have a pale lilac, silk new cocktail dress which will be getting it's next airing this week and I'm positive this dress will be going NOWHERE NEAR FOOD! To my dear friends who witnessed the first outing of my lilac dress, well - it was a Joy To Wear and so complimented! Also, as I spoke of earlier, the trials and tribulations of eating in clothes - I was so careful - the dress and I came away with a totally clean slate - result! And then I remembered my new pale pink and yellow jumper that on it's first outing got a drop of red wine on the sleeve as a drip from the bottle when my glass was being poured at dinner. My hostess wanted to buy me a new one but I felt it wasn't right to allow her to replace it. A trip to my South London Cleaners was undertaken with much speed. So now I've discovered why everyone in fashion is so thin - they never eat or go anywhere near food in their clothes for fear of stains. Come to think about it, my summer dry-cleaning bills are so huge, and what with white being everywhere next spring I better start saving. Although a thought juts occurred to me - can I get someone to make me a full-length clear plastic apron coat that I can slip on so you can see my outfit whilst I'm eating but I'll never stain another item of clothing. Because I can't pretend to eat or not eat at all, dressed up. So I think this is my only solution. With my dry-cleaning bills the way they are, just think - if I didn't have tyem I could probably start buying Couture.

Happy Days...

PS: I'm going to use this blog to apologise to you all. Why? I hear you ask. What can Francine have done to produce such actions?! Well, dear readers, I missed a footwear trend. Not possible! Well, yes it is and has happened in my own back yard, so to speak. We start off with the concept of "boots", yes. No - that's not it. These, dear friends, are climbing boots. Yes, you read that correctly - climbing boots. I went to to a drinks/dinner party this week at the home of my great super-stylish friend. In her own home she had finished off her outfit with climbing boots. These are no ordinary climbing boots, but Marc Jacobs climbing boots. Now, I really didn't understand on the evening, or get a very good look at them (too many people around) but when my Bible, American Vogue arrived the next morning I, with great delight, began to flick through and yes - you guessed it, the first fashion spread had the climbing boot all over it. Forgive me for this oversight. I'm going to try a pair on for you and report back. I should point out that many years ago when the Timberland craze hit, of course I bought a pair. Stil have them. They're almost pristine. So uncomfortable (to me unattractive). I think I may have worn them twice. So don't let's hold our breath for me to buy climbing boots. But ignore this trend at your peril! Just remember - they're not real climbing boots, but achieve great heights in anything, the right footwear is never the wrong decision.

Happy Shopping!

North, South, East, West

It's been so long since my last blog and so much has happened that editing out the good from the bad may take some time! So I hope you're not in a rush...

Looking back at my notes, I realise that this blog took shape weeks ago. I was commenting on the similarity between high and low fashion. But I really feel we should discuss the North, South, East, West style divide. Having just been back in my home city of Leeds for two weeks I was well placed to see what people were wearing. Very, very little colour was seen. Black seems to still rule the day and a very casual uniform is still acceptable attire. I visited a "Designer Fashion Shop" and the rails were full of 95% black and the other 5% - grey bits, a couple of white blouses, one blue and one red dress. Oh, and I think a printed jumper! And wait, I'm thinking... No, that's it! I tried on a pair of Posh Spice (Victoria Beckham) Boyfriend jeans. Not bad, good shape, soft and they had stretch but I couldn't part with my money. I'm thinking - we'll see...

The hysterical thing was that the owner was trying to persuade me that ripped jeans were definitely the way to go (not for me or my age). I think not. Never mind that "Everyone in Paris is wearing them". She told me this as if this information would make me part with my money. Mutton dressed as Lamb! 16/61...

A few months ago, I spent at least 2 and a half hours in the Harrods jeans department trying on various styles, and was looked after by an exceptional salesman and still I walked away with nothing. Am I Jean resistant? Then, on my way back to London, I went to Bicester Shopping Village and on the 3 October women were still wearing open-toed sandals with no sense of irony or a pedicure in sight! OK, yes it was warm but really?! My second cousin and I were, quite frankly, horrified!

Back in London, a charity fashion show and lunch on Monday. I wore my divine red coat-dress with a cerise skirt underneath and winter-orange shoes (yes, there is a vast difference between Spring and Summer orange and Autumn and Winter orange). To me, Black looked like the staff and truly one woman, in an adorable black Dior dress, did actually resemble the waiting staff. And then there was the Fashion (I use this term very loosely) Show. They used Real Women as models, which I must say was an extremely brave move on the part of the Real Women, and I now think I look pretty good in swimwear - thank you! Because seeing other real women in bikinis in a nightclub with extremely unforgiving lighting takes guts. Never mind watching it!

So, the "Fashion" was from a shop in Stanmore. Less has never been more for them! Animal print, studs, sequins, roushing, leather, lace, applique flowers, all in one outfit? Really!? My super-stylish lunch companion exclaimed, "Francine! Don't look!"

So there you have it. Never mind the different tribal dress codes. I've witnessed that crossing a room can take you from American Vogue to Hello Magazine and, dear friends, the other side of the room really did love the clothes which must be applauded. We raised significant funds for a very good charity. On reflection, maybe an abstract print bodycon mini-dress is the way to go?

Anyone know how to program Stanmore into my SatNav?

Happy Shopping!

Friends Or Bust

Dear Friends and fellow Star Followers! I bought my brogues. I was so excited  - got them home and began to try them on with outfits I had in mind. Oh No! Not being a model in American Vogue, I looked crap (whoops! ...awful) They're going back tomorrow. So, a lesson to be learned - that brogues (asexual chic) is absolutely not for me. Boo hoo. So, my go-to look has got up and gone walkabout.

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Who knew that the words "I agree with Victoria Beckham" would ever be uttered by me? The Great Spice Girl said, on designing her own shoe range, "Shoes (the wrong ones) can kill an outfit". This is something I learned at a very early age. Possibly Two. And in the World of Francine when updating by adding (at great expense) or by altering (modernising) at a little less, and I mean a little less, expense existing garments, one is left with one dilemma - the final touch. Shoes, boots, sandals, trainers - what does it take to complete the look? One shoe fits all is complete hogwash. (No way!) Colour, heel, width, height, square toe, pointed toe, platform, flatform, strap, no strap, lacing, zips - shall I continue? In my opinion, thank goodness I can get away with my handbag selection.

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Just had the New York Times' Bill Cunningham report on the street style for the New York shows, and he got it absolutely correct. A key look for Autumn - "Roman Holiday". A look I love and have been championing for a long time. Hurrah! Longer length skirts 2015 with a very strong nod to 1958.

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Power,
Who wants it?
Who has it?
And how to use it?

We'll come back to that in a different blog.

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Fashion or Bust. What I mean by this is, is that having a bust can seem a bit of a problem. Not really, but I'm finding some of this Autumn's looks a problem of balance. Not to balance my bust, but the proportions in the clothes.

Friends. I have decided to title part of this blog "Friends" because I feel they are the (second of course to family, who you can't choose) the most important things in my life. And without them (you) life would be a very much emptier and sadder place. I am really very lucky to have you in my life.

NOW have we let the genie out of the bottle? Instant Fashion - now you can click-and-buy from a catwalk show. Is this speed really preferable? Can what I like today work in six months time? I'm having enough problems with the Best Dressed list I saw through American Bazaar that for a moment rendered my wardrobe useless. But having spoken last night to some women from different social cicles and seeing what they were wearing, enabled me to regain my Autumn momentum. For all of you that read my blog, I'm going to pursue this topic further. Until then - Autumn, Full Speed Ahead!

Happy Shopping.

The September Edition

How far can these prices go? I've just finished reading English Vogue's September edition and I would like to know who is paying between £5,000 and £7,000 for a day dress? I thought my fashion addiction was bad, but not at these prices! I have a broad selection of friends who "buy clothes" and I can see no actual evidence of this madness. I am going to check the prices, but I'm sure there was a mini-dress for £26,000 and many standard items between £12,000 and £26,000. Maybe my reaction is to English Vogue who constantly show these clothes on girls that always look about 16-17 years old. OK, I am not 16-17 but neither is English Vogue a pre-pubescent comic. Or is it? I'd like to know what their demographic is. Judging by the advertising, it's me. But not ever by the fashion. I'm going to compare American Vogue when it arrives. But one thing I can say for sure is that the styling of the models (whatever age they are) does not alienate me.

Is there such a thing as bad publicity? Should designers pay people not to wear their clothes? Kim Kardashian-West (referred to from now on as KKW) wore a beaded Balmain mini-suit to the VMA awards show last week. With her huge fake breasts protruding from a deep V-front, this woman who, with her mother, has made a fortune from a leaked sex tape, a bogus marriage, and now marriage to a pop star, are the very reasons not to allow her to wear your clothes. Who (well in my mind) would want to look like her? She looks 100% better now that Kanye West is dressing (or at least influencing) her. But still, put your breasts away! We know you have them - we all have them. You're a very pretty woman and you could look absolutely amazing, but please respect yourself and stop this Porn Hooker look.

A question. At what age do we women have to say goodbye to the strapless dress? I saw a Hollywood star at the Emmys on television the other night. From the front in a spaghetti-strapped dress, she looked fine(ish) but that was until she turned around and there it was! No longer youthful flesh cut into by the back of the dress - it was just hanging there - not a pretty sight! Now, I know we all get older, men and women, but men cover up until the sun and general holiday attire. So, yes it's not really fair what I'm saying, but it's just a fact. I saw some women way past 40 in a very smart club and they too had strapless dresses on. But my opinion was that next to the 20-year olds parading around, they looked tragic. So now the season is about to start again - lunches, dinners, charities and the like - let's get real and dress our age in public. What you wear elsewhere (in the bedroom, the light is different) is all our own business. Which actually brings me on to the topic of the day - nude or sexually explicit photos of Hollywood stars on the 'net. A breach of privacy? It could have happened to me - a past boyfriend expressed a desire to photograph me in our most intimate moments. I said NO! He was very disappointed, but I never veered from "no". So he has no photos, there are no photos and can be no photos. It's not the first time I've been asked. In my previous life as a make-up artist, the photographer I worked with a lot at the time (David Bailey) asked the same question. But this was slightly different - it was for a book of nudes. Same answer - No.

In this time of hacking, sexual promotion and hardly any privacy, if you don't want to be exposed on the 'net, no matter how safe they say it is, then say no. How hard is that? If in this day and age you do take photos, well I fear you really have no one to blame but yourself. Just remember - photograph your fashion, your friends, your family and whatever else floats your boat, but when you want to keep things private, turn off the phone!

Happy Shopping!


PS: Just in time! My September edition of American Vogue has arrived and I can tell you in this very short space of time before I get ready for Zumba, that it really hits it. My first brief look at the fashion and I'm sold!

That In-Between Time, part 2

Back to my fighting weight - a mix of Zumba and Pilates will do it every time! Plus, I find if I stop dieting I loose weight. Salads make me eat more as I'm always hungry. So, my new Carb (one raisin bagel for breakfast and one for lunch) and I no longer think about food, as I'm full and therefore eat nothing until hours later (strange that!)

My Builder started this week but now things are quiet my charity meetings and such are just poking their head above ground, but I think it's another week before we see real signs of life. I'm sorry to say the worlds continues to go mad and (as we're all affected) it's a very scary place to be. Another celebrity suicide - Robin Williams. Oh this life - it's the human condition and a very sad one at that. (Now I'm making myself upset.)

Back to cheerier things. Only days before September and Autumn and to that I have only one word - Chiffon! Yes, chiffon - this is the fabric for Autumn. Have I completely lost it, I hear you say? Not at all. You wait and see. Whimsically printed, abstract, deep florals, colours and prints in every direction. See if I'm not right! But the one thing I am looking forward to are my Brogues. Yes, that's correct - Francine in Brogues with a skirt. American Vogue showed a pair with a very slim-fitted sequined dress and this is my "go-to" look. Well, not quite on me but it's one of my inspirational looks for Autumn in my already packed "Look Book".

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Red Carpet Dressing. I've just read about an English export to LA who makes "frocks" for the A-List (if that's what you call them). Is this my forum for discussing this? I suppose it is... Big is not always better. Frills draping and over the top embellishment do not couture make. Why, when there are so many truly wonderful dresses around would one wear Marchesa. It is truly a mystery. Am I being awful when I say that having an extremely powerful Hollywood producer for a husband is not always a recipe for successful dressing? I've almost always found that Hollywood Stars dress appallingly, considering what they have on offer. But maybe I've been naive and the power of the dress is more than just the power of the dress.

Now today I had time after a meeting to do something I very rarely do - look around Harvey Nichols. How very disappointing it all was. The most disappointing being the shoe department. And while we're on the subject, I'm looking for (or was looking for) a silver belt. Don't people wear belts anymore? Maybe not. I have never seen such a bad effort where belts are concerned. I've given up on my quest. But, in general no one has a decent accessories department anymore. And gloves! Don't get me started...

(This blog sounds like a bitchfest, but it's not. It's just Shoes - yes, Bags - yes, Belts - no, no, no!)

So, enjoy the quiet time. Visit somewhere new - explore! I'm drawn to saying "Laugh and the World laughs with you. Cry and you cry alone". Robin - we learn from that, that it is the truth. I would say "Try to enjoy Life and Smile".

Happy Shopping!

I Got Stung

Actually, as things go I was stung. On my index finger. By a wasp. So now my finger is huge and itching! Never mind, it will get better with my cream and anti-histamines. It just looks very peculiar.  Back to my last blog - I have a correction to make. The Price of Love is not a mere £15,000 but plus VAT! So, £18,000 and that's not the bespoke side.

I'm back from my holiday (which was wonderful). My hair is lighter (very Marilyn), I'm tanned and well-rested. Amazing! On holiday, I put my head on the pillow and I'm asleep for nine to ten hours straight. Not so at home. Never mind...

Whilst I was away I posted on my Facebook pictures of my Mother in various outfits, for my friends and family to see. I was extremely shocked when one so-called Friend berated me for my frivolous nature of comments when "we were at War and I should take a reality check." I was absolutely incensed by her attitude and replied to her that I was fully aware of the political situation worldwide, as I was constantly being updated. But I saw no reason that I should not, if I wanted, share photos of my mother. I de-friended her as soon as I found someone to show me how!

Winter is now fully in the shops and to my absolute joy Shoe Heaven has finally opened in Harrods. Thousands of pairs of exquisite shoes! I loved it! Post-holiday a few pounds heavier and back to the gym with renewed vigour. Why does that happen? Ugh! Never mind, it's certainly not the end of the world (any Chubby Chasers around?)

One party last weekend - lots of fun. All married except myself and another girl. What I found out is that the world of my social circle is very small - one man I met from Germany is absolutely loved and a friend of everyone. Who knew? And on holiday, one woman in my hotel was an Ex of his. Does someone else wanting someone make them more desirable? Will let you know...

I've started my Autumn/Winter list and not a Black piece in sight. Wish me luck! Just remember, now is absolutely the time to buy.

Happy Shopping!

That In-Between Time

The charity lunch/dinner season is over for the next eight weeks. My last lunch was last week - it's the last on the calendar before the summer break. It was by far the best. Call me biased (OK - I'm biased) it's a charity that I'm on the committee of. But more than that it really is fun, entertaining, informative and thinks out of the box. So - Three Gold Kisses! It is also the bitchiest and most confrontational, but what's a good bitch between Frenemies? (It's all for a good cause).

Now I find myself packing for my holidays. My Mother is coming with me so is resident at my home at the moment, and is always on at me to go through my old clothes, to sort them out and give away what I'm not going to wear again (remember the pink Chanel ensemble?)

So - I've been through some old trousers. Needless to say I was SO much thinner then! They have to go... Oh I wish I hadn't started. Anyhow, there is a bag full of clothes waiting to go to the charity shop. Dolce anyone?

The Price of Love, as I found out yesterday from my interview with a very discrete introduction agency, starts at £15,000 a year for eight (yes eight) introductions. No, I'm afraid that's not for me. So all my friends who read me (and you know who you are) keep both eyes peeled for suitable candidates. All my past Suitors are exactly that - in the past. That includes my major crush (you know who you are). When I had the chance I bottled it... His reputation terrified me! And now that I'm over that he's "for the moment" taken. Next!

I've managed to stick to my promise of not buying anything significant this month, which is just as well, as Winter has arrived in the shops. And I have clubs to join, memberships to renew and the builders - all in August. So Bravo to me! See - it can be done.

I'm so looking forward to my holiday, my rest and my tan. All of you that know me (and all of you that don't) - enjoy the sun wherever you are in the world and remember - suitcases were built to hold clothes, enjoy them.

Happy Shopping!

I Forgot To Look

I bought a top last year in the Marks & Spencer sale in Pudsey, Yorkshire for £12 (my Mother thought I had lost my mind). Not the price, not the colour, but the style  - "slightly Milkmaid". Anyhow, I like it and have worn it quite a bit. So I thought, yesterday after a very smart brunch I was invited to at Sotheby's I would venture back into M&S Marble Arch to have another look in their sale. In I went with a very patient friend - nothing I wanted! My friend said, "Do you really need a new top?" which got me thinking, do I really need a new top? So, when I got home I looked in my section of tops and she was right! I have lots of tops and lots I haven't worn for ages, which although not this season's colour or pattern, could be next years (worn with the right accessories and a smile). And will certainly do for the next eight weeks (1st September is Autumn in this house) and pre-fall and winter to be worn. I had committed the cardinal sin of forgetting to look at what I had. I got stuck in a look and forgot to deviate. Do you do that?

Footwear seems to be my problem. I love to buy high shoes at the moment. They look great and can be worn for at least three hours, but all day - NO! And so my outfits struggle. Now Dior have released their couture trainers (see previous posts for review). I have a friend who intends to buy the whole collection. I have not tried them on as yet - you know my feelings on Trainers and these are £740 worth. Really?! I would hope that at least they're comfortable. After my meetings today I'm hot-footing it to Harrods to try them on. I have to psych myself up to do that - will let you know later...

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Well - I did try them on and yes, they are definitely couture trainers all right! Hand-sequined and the packaging - they come in huge boxes that work like drawers and the one I maybe like comes on a carpet of grass and flowers. Really a piece of artwork.

Credit Note dealt with! Another pair of siver shoes purchased, so thats a clean slate there then. My pink skirt is a huge hit but I'm not going to buy anything now until after my holidays. That's one whole month with no purchases. Can I do it, I hear you ask? I see no reason why not. I've looked in my dressing room and for all upcoming events I'm covered (that's becasue I looked).

So just remember - look before you buy!

Happy Shopping!

How Do You Do?

While I'm out and about, I meet lots of people from all walks of life. Famous, infamous, socially-well connected, politically well-connected and most are very polite. I was at a lunch a while ago and a very famous couple (who are always in the press) were also guests. During the reception said wife (Mrs X) approached me and held out her hand and said, "Hello, I'm Mrs X". Obviously I knew who she was, and I replied, "Hello I'm Mrs P, how do you do?" And the conversation started there. The reason for this example is that Mrs X had the good manners to assume that although she was famous, I would not necessarily know who she was.

Now, this week, while at a fashion reception, the daughter-in-law of the eponymous fashion house for which the party was being held approached me. I should point out that I had never met this woman before, but I've seen her in the society fashion pages. She asked if I was having a good time, to which I replied "Yes". Then I said, "Hello, my name is Mrs P, how do you do?" To which she replied, "Hello..."

So we stood there for what seemed like an age, and I then had to say, "Who are you, what's your name?" The look on her face was that of total amazement - how did I not know who she was? Shock Horror! Finally, she told me just her first name. Well, I say - what ill manners! The arrogance of assumption! Who did she think she was?! As a PR exercise, this failed to impress me. I couldn't see a polite way out of this unless she had actually momentarily forgotten who she was!

What do you think? Answers on a postcard, please...

Back to my Shoe Credit Note. OK - half has been spent on my silver shoes which I was allowed to purchase at early-preview and, you'll be pleased to know, I'm keeping. Weather permitting (the temperature has dropped so much I've put the heating on) I hope to wear them this evening.

My not drinking copious amounts is going very well, thank you. My skin is looking better and my hips are no longer in constant battle with my skirts, which can only be a good thing. The party I went to on Saturday night, I drank sparkling water from a wine glass during the reception - a tumbler is usually too cold to hold with water in it - and one glass of red wine during dinner. This enabled me to go to Zumba at 9:30 on Sunday morning.

One Last Thing. Next time you have to give a birthday gift, let's not be complacent and get chocolates, flowers, perfume etc. Not that there's anything wrong with those, but... Lets' all think outside of the box. Let's give of ourselves. Let's give something that money can't buy. We all have different interpretrations of this, so I'm not telling you what to do but, let's think a bit more about it. How do you do, and do what you do for me?

Happy Shopping.

Whine "I've got nothing to wear" not that one, Wine, when too much is drunk!!!

Let's talk about wine, vodka, champagne...

Any or all of the above. "Alcohol" and Fashion! Not a good mix.

Now before I start this blog I want to say that I have been partial to a glass (as mentioned in previous blogs) but to my recollection I am an amusing drunk and (I like to say merry, not drunk, a very large difference).

When I attended a dinner party recently (well I went to this one for dessert as I had two in one night and can only be at one at a time so for one soup and main and the other dessert and coffee). I encountered a woman from my social circle who was drunk. Yes drunk and not a pretty drunk. Her eyes were all over the place and her speech although not slurred was bitter, as in what came out of her mouth. Said woman is actually known for her drinking but this is the first time that I have encountered it first hand and I would like to say it shocked me. I thought, I hope I don't look like that and actually may not drink again in such quantities at a Dinner (water please).

Like Narcissus who fell in love with his own reflection this is like a mirror but the opposite for me is true. Not only did she look old and stupid but the alcohol seemed to be the devil on her fashion shoulder. Clearly a massive lesson here - moderate one's alcohol intake to retain one's dignity.

On a fashion note, now I know why I have a cobbler at the end of my mews. The very very thin heels that I've been wearing of late seem to lose their tips every wear. Did I see a photo of his holiday villa next to his work table.... all those heels add up.

And what's with the weather hot, rainy, cold make up your mind "I can't get dressed anymore".

Now the new collections are in I'm looking for a red top to go with my pink skirt. I feel red is the color (I know you know this but I am just confirming it).

Enjoy a drink but only in moderation please.

Happy shopping.

What Do Clothes Mean?...

...yes, it takes a while, this one!

Is it:

• a secret code (worthy of wartime espionage)?
• a vulgar Consumers attempt to buy their way into Society? 
• a method of keeping the body warm?
• A method of self-expression?
• All of the above
• or none? 

My life, since I last spoke to you, has been a series of parties, dinners (both private and fashion), a fashion show Gala, lunches and meetings. My private life - gym, shopping and new car-teething trouble aside, I (as you should know by now anyway) like to see what is being worn out there, and I've seen some very interesting "statements". Nothing outlandish, but definitely pattens of dress emerging. At a charity cocktail for my social circle I noticed that almost all the women wore the most amazing shoes. Bright, highly-decorated, highly coloured, strapped - it was truly a sight to see. And this is where it's interesting. As many of these women were not model-sized, this was a deflective ruse for a plainish body garment so that the eye would be drawn to the feet.
Now, at the fashion Gala, where the women were a lot thinner, it seemed the main level of visibility was on the body. Still a little black, but a very pretty, long-sleeved full-length dress and on one Fashionista, and a long, floral skirt and white shirt combo on another. Also a big recurring theme - the bright, cocoon evening coat. Don't get me wrong - I like it, and have tried it on a couple of times, but the jury is still out, for me in that garment. I think my favourite look of the last couple of weeks was also a long-sleeved, full length flower-print YSL from last year on a very, very fashion-serious woman (this garment is my latest love actually). I liked this look when it first came out, but completely forgot about it. Go find one now!

But back to the title. What did wearing a vintage dress mean? I'm too cool to care? My Fashion Radar is so highly tuned that this look is right now, and wasn't so much when it first came out. Which, judging by the Fashionista at the Gala, it is. So, on the cool factor, are these women at the top of the list? And that's where what we wear (at this level) certainly matters. You have to be very clever (this one is for me...) and thin. I wear clothes because I like them or because I fit into them. And as you know, a big night out with Vodka, Champagne, or Wine definitely limits my choices. Whereas if I'm very good I can wear anything. Which obviously, I prefer.

My passion for all things pink doesn't seem to be waning. I saw in the pre-Fall collections a great winter pink skirt (maybe...)

This could be an entire Blog, but I'm going to say something "off-piste". It appears to me that I am becoming, and am lucky to be surrounded by, women who I can only describe as over-achievers. And this is a Very Good Thing. We are a select band of women who don't play Bridge or go to coffee mornings (not that there's anything wrong with that). We create a world full of culture and light that others may enjoy and possibly learn from. I am so proud of myself and of the friends of mine who have pioneered this level of achievement. For us, less is not more. More is definitely more. And the more the better!

Happy Dressing!

One Extra Centimetre

Yes that's all it takes, it seems, to push me over the edge. What am I talking about? Shoes of course!

I saw the new Prada heels in a magazine and as fast as my little legs could carry me I hot-footed it to a very large department store in central London to try them on. Eleven centimetres high "without" a platform. Is there some trick that I am unable to fathom? Yes I could stand, but propelling my body forward was perilous. Is the answer to Botox your soles? Or is it just being carried? How (how?!) do they walk?! Maybe they're "bedroom shoes"... you know what I mean. But the front is not a sexy shape. The leg, yes. Anyhow, I digress. Then I saw the YSL courts - also 11 cm high - in a local shoe shop. So I asked the sales assistant:

"Are you selling this shoe?"
"Absolutely yes! In fact we're almost sold out!"
"Really?", I said. "And what age are buying them?"
"All ages" he assured me "from 20 to 70".
"Wow..."

So there you have it - it is most definitely me. But I still can't fathom how one walks in them. Please - answers on a Postcard addressed to Francine "with a thirst for knowledge".

My White Skirt has been purchased (yes - Biscter came to me rescue). I'm thrilled! Well, not quite so thrilled. I bought the bigger size for the length and took it to be altered. Two (yes two!) weeks it wil take... Cruise is now in and takes precedent. Are you kidding? I want to wear it now! Anyhow, we'll just have to wait I suppose. And a new top which I love I wore to a dinner on Friday night. Of course, I got red wine on the sleeve, so off I went to South London to the dry cleaners (two and a half hours round trip). Don't ask if I'm mad - you know I am. But I would rather they did it than ruin an expensive (even at 50% off) top. I'm beginning to see the joy of Primark. Almost. You wear it once and then throw it away!... If only I could (it's the slave labour I object to). Well, it's so busy at the moment that this afternoon I'm going to have a rest. The Times Rich List has just come out - so not interested in that... I'm going to compile my own list "The Who Gives A Shit List?". Please - get over yourselves. Just be happy you have what you have and let us all get on with our own lives. Thank goodness it's free to enjoy the Sun now that we have it, whereever you are (and however much money you have).

Happy Shopping!

For My Friend Nikki

The Met Ball. I know I'm a bit late in writing about it. This is probably because it didn't interest me (how is that possible? The "Oscars of the Fashion World") Really? Please will someone explain to me how, when you have everyone wanting to dress you, and supposedly the best hairdressers at your beck-and-call, how can you end up looking like Sarah Jessica Parker. Yes the dress was wonderful and the white gloves made it so cool, but the hair! What were you thinking?! I really don't think anyone stood out, apart from... "David Beckham". It's a good job we're more talented on this side of the pond in getting dressed...

Happy Dressing!

OMG!!!!!

Do people (by people I mean "real people") really exclaim like that anymore?

It looks like my posts have become a bi-weekly occurance - just too busy/not in the mood/inability to find a title/all of the above.

First things first - another pair of shoes has been bought with my credit note. There's a 50/50 chance they're going back. Why, I hear you ask. I don't know. This credit note is becoming a poisioned chalice. One of my all-time favourite things (buying shoes) is becoming a real trial. Yes, you remember (too much choice). I did however, treat myself to some perfume. No big deal - buying perfume. When it's £160 a bottle, to me it's huge. I was given this perfume at a press party and fell in love with it and, oh yes, never has a smell been so complimented on by men. So I liberally sprayed it everywhere, every day. And when my free bottle was finished, I went to restock only to find out the price - £160! Whoa!!

£160 for perfume! No it can't be! So being very mean, I started wearing my other perfumes that my first husband continues to buy me (no one ever comments on them). So I threw caution to the wind, and I bought my perfume - Hoorah!

NOT going to drink Red Wine again. I went to a charity dinner and although I was well-looked after (seated with my friends) and the men on my left and right were very attentive, the food was inedible but the wine was very tasty and, dear friends, although I'd had three dates with three different men last week, the last one was something I won't do again in a hurry - have a blind date. I was quite nervous and he was quite funny. He was someone I would have seen again but unfortunately the feeling wasn't reciprocated and that was a little hard to take. Hence the red wine... So yesterday, when I awoke and tried on a skirt I was to wear to another charity lunch. TIGHT?! My hips were taking over the world! Honestly - the speed at which I retain water (should that be wine?) Twenty-four hours later however and we are back on track, but honestly it's such a pain! I made it very clear that under no circumstances was I to be served anything other than water. And now my hips are under control again.

I feel a change is coming! I had lunch in a very fashionable members club last week. And, you know me, always observing what we're wearing and now that I'm "of an age"  (no, that's just me being a little hard on myself). Well, you should have seen them! Women wearing (in my opinion) totally inappropriate clothing for their age. When did dresses become so popular at lunch (which I think is the way to go). It's the one-stop-shop. But can you find a sleeved day dress that isn't mumsy or hippy? Please let me know where...

Am I going to wear fitted clothes? Well, if I keep off the red wine, then yes, maybe. I think my curls may be on their last legs and although I'm not cutting my hair (that's when you know things are really bad) or changing the colour, a change is afoot!

One girl in my group has pink-tipped hair. Somewhat of a statement in my crowd. Good for her! (Like when I wore a tiara to a charity dinner).

See - I told you Cruise was near. But this charity business is cleaning me out, so I may pay a visit to Biscter (the designer outlet). I don't care if a few staples are last season, or even the season before... (a white skirt anyone?)

Enjoy Today and, although don't forget Yesterday, don't make it important.

Happy Shopping!

Manouverability

Chelsea just beat Liverpool 2-0. Yes, I follow football, but more to the point is how Chelsea won. Jose Mourinho is the absolute Master of technique and subterfuge. He plans, he manouvres, he uses his mind as much (if not more than) the football on the pitch to win games. And you thought it was just a matter of 22 grown men chasing a ball around. Can I learn from him? I think the answer is most definitely "Yes". Sometimes what we've done in the past helps us get what we think we want in the future. The question is - can you play the game?

I must confess I am absolutely not a game player at all. Far too spontaneous (not forward thinking at all) but seeing his tactics and acheivements, I think I'm learning. The stories in my life pertaining to all this are (I'm afraid) private. But of the two situations I'm monitoring - one I've already achieved and the second is ongoing. It's all to do with position, patience and manouverability.

Back to Real Life. Yes, I went home for the holidays, but here is the funny thing. Due to my New Car status and my inability make my boot bigger (it's extremely easy when you know how - almost childlike) I left, by accident, almost all of my trousers, skirts and dresses behind. So when I awoke the next day and looked in my wardrobe, it seemed to be missing a lot of things, but was full of jackets, blouses and jumpers plus one pair of trousers. And nine pairs of shoes. After a huge hissy fit (where was the rest of my wardrobe?! - was it in the car still? Was it in another wardrobe in my Mother's home? Was it lying on the floor outside my home in London? Was it still IN my London home?...) I called a friend who went into my house and found the missng wardrobe hanging in the hall. Talk about travelling light! For 10 days I lived in track bottoms and one pair of truly awful cargo pants (I wore them to drive up to Leeds) - don't ask. Needless to say a very, very casual time was had by all.

Last week I went with some friends to a very cool fashion/art/film movers-and-shakers VIP party. The usual demographic - lots of very young, thin, black leather or skinny-jeaned women with long blonde hair in most cases. Well, some weren't women yet (girls) in their early 20s, to 70-year olds, some of whom were wearing the same outfits as their younger counterparts - I ask you! And lots of men who only wanted to talk to the young, fabulous (only because they're young) women. In two separate conversations, two women in their forties bemoaned the fact that although (and in both cases this applies) they were very well-educated, holding down big jobs in Finance and Law and very attractive, that the men at this party just didn't see them.

I must say, this is not a problem for me. Why? Because I don't waste time on a man who wants to be with a woman a quarter of his age. I don't encourage Trophy Hunter-types. There are, in my opinion, plenty of men who look for a different kind of woman. Don't waste your time being upset or frustrated - play your game, not theirs.

No shopping. Still have my credit note and no, even the new shoes haven't tempted me. No nearer a white skirt either, but at least I have all my trousers, skirts, etc.

Spring is here! So Pre-Fall must ony be around the corner.

Happy Shopping.

A series of Unconnected Events - spoiled for choice (too much choice)

I missed a week, but it had nothing to do with you. In my other life as a human, I am involved with charity work and last Monday evening I was dinner chair at a charity Gala at The Dorchester in London. This is a very time-consuming task but the cause is so worthwhile. Plus, I had to make the opening speech - over six minutes in length in a room full of 400+ people - an extremely daunting task! All went very well, thank you, and lots of money was raised.

Back to my titles. This series of unconnected events happened to me recently and I'm now extremely aware of, (what do they call it?) cause and effect. This chain of events allowed me to buy the car of my dreams which had, at the start of my car-buying journey, been out of my price range. Subsequently a pair of shoes on which the buckle broke that were sent back to the manufacturer and could not be mended. And so they gave me a credit note which allowed me to get the evening shoes I just saw but due to my car purchase, wasn't going to buy. What's next?

I was invited to a fur trunk show yesterday and tried on a beautiful, very pale pink mink coat (the colour of the outside of my house - you know where this is going). Will that be next, I wonder?...

I must just add the evening shoes I bought I had tried on in black (obviously). But yesterday, I bought them in red. Today they're going back and I'll get the black (too much choice). I took back the red shoes and nearly bought the black ones but I must confess there was something about them that for me, at this moment, wasn't right. So, dear friends, here I was with an unexpected credit note to which my first reaction was to buy a pair of shoes. I tried on every pair (almost) in the shop to try and find the pair I wanted, but like a buffet, I didn't want any. Having said that I took a pair of shocking pink ones, but they're going back as well. I just don't need them now. Not in the end of the season at full price. I'll save the credit note until the new season (pre-fall, which we love) comes in, in May. See, dear friends? Too much choice for me never works.

For me, it's like being at a buffet - my all-time hate. How do I know what want to eat, when I see so much? I absolutely don't want it all but sometimes think I should try new things. This is where it gets tricky. I was brought up having to clear one's plate. So to leave food on the plate is almost a sin (see my problem?) So a buffet means I actually eat very little, if anything at all. Just give me a menu and I'm very happy.

I can't believe it's almost Pessach/Easter. Going home for the festivities - what fun!

Still looking for my white skirt, but will manage until then.

Just think about your series of unconnected events and see what you put in motion.

Careful shopping


(...is that rain on my new car?)

Memories

If you want something doing, always ask a busy person. So true... I have never been so busy in my life and yet I always can find time to do something else. The feeling "Oh, I'll do it later. Or tomorrow" is now a thing of the past. Now it's "When Can I Fit It In?"

So, lots to tell. Fashionwise - on the search for a white skirt. Well, not quite true. I've found one, but I have to be very good and eat very little before I buy it. Should I , shouldn't I?... Well lets see how it fits the next time I try it on in the shop. I could always look in another shop, but I'm very loyal and also a lazy shopper. Once I've found a designer I like, I never really step into another shop. This, I should point out, has been like this since I was a teenager and seeing the film Yves St Laurent a few days ago reminded me of this. When I was 18 and still living in Leeds I saw a blouse in the YSL shop in London and I think it was also in English Vogue which I loved. So I saved up, sent my money to London and they sent me the blouse. It was black-and-white striped, nero collar, button down the front and it had two little side slits and I LOVED IT! I remember going to a party in my coat holding the blouse in a garment bag in case it got creased before the party. How mad am I? Yes, but really nothing has changed...

I flirted with the designs of Biba before YSL and then on to different designers. My longest love affair so far was with Dolce & Gabbana. They had me the length of my last marriage - 16 years. Thank you Dolce & Gabbana. I have a collection of clothes that I still wear and mix with my current designers. But. I never go into the shop any more. How funny is that? So my current passion should beware?

A slight problem occurred last night when a cocktail dress zip broke halfway up as I was dressing. So, dear friend, there was nothing for me to do than get the scissors out and cut myself free - new zip required. Then I put on a red dress which I love but, halfway to Claridges I remembered the invitation didn't say "lounge suit" or any other dress code. It said "a dinner" and on reflection thought myself too conspicuous in this bright red dress. So, I turned the car around, came home and changed into a black and dark blue ensemble. It was perfect. But no better than the red and funnily enough there was a little red around in the evening but I felt better (I think).

I still have pink nails. A different pink, but I'm really into it. Who wold have thought?

They haven't found the plane! L'Wren Scott is to be buried in Hollywood. Another mystery. What will be happening in this world next? Something we never thought of, I'm sure.

Please don't stop me in the street about the weather -I'm not a Meteorologist. I just wish for the Spring and I feel it approaching.

Happy Dressing.

Think Pink (is Pink the new Black?)

I've been waiting to decorate the front of my house for months, but due to the rain this has been impossible! Well, that wish has finally been granted. The last two weeks of unbroken sunshine (albeit a little cold) have enabled my decorator to paint the outside of my home. From white with racing-green shutters to a very very pale off-white with a touch of pink. And the shutters - very pale pink (very, very pale). It is not a dolls house! Then of course I had to change my window boxes and they are now (you guessed it) pale and bright pink. As one approaches my home there seems to be a haze of colour around it, which I love.

This is all well and good, but have I gone too far? I had my manuicure yesterday and in the pink fog in which I find myself (I have always liked to view the world through rose-tinted glasses), I dismissed the dark nails in favour of pink! Now I'm struggling - I must state that I've not worn a colour like this for years (well, it could be just ages) but yesterday it seemed fresh and vital. Well, the jury is still out... I know it's only nail varnish and it can be changed in a moment but I'm not of the mind to give in. I must confess it seems slightly radical and although it's only pink/cerise, I feel it's a big statement. Can pink make a difference to me? Well I've always liked pink flowers and I do like the front of my home but have I inadvertantly tipped myself over the edge. Only time will tell...

I must take this moment to reflect on the fate of L'Wren Scott. A very stylish woman who designed clothes for (like herself) the ruthlessly thin. And maybe this is the problem. I really hope that her suicide was simply not the fact of a failing fashion line. Was she ill? Was there trouble in her relationship with Sir Mick Jagger? Was she a Depressive? Whatever it was, it's a terrible fate to have to hang oneself. Is this life we live to blame? Will we ever know? I doubt it...

It is very sad and, well, what is one to say? Can we not, in our society, be kinder and more forgiving to those who are unable to be perfect and have flaws as we all do? Like the strictness imposed by her clothes maybe if they had been more forgiving, softer, she herself might have. We'll never know...

Keep enjoying the sun.

Happy Shopping.

LITTLE Women

Before I start I just want to say how sad it is for all the people waiting for news of their loved ones aboard the Boeing 777 that disappeared over the South China Sea. I hope that news will not be too long.

 

Women!!! ( girls, ladies by whatever name you wish to call us, you know what I mean!) The female of the species. The soft, kind, sensitive, gentle (if you know any like that then think yourself very lucky indeed) in receipt of the rarest form of human, almost like finding a pearl in an oyster in a London restaurant . Virtually impossible!

 

This last week has been almost solely the preserve of the above. From a 60th Zumba class birthday then lunch for 80 women at the Connaught. Group exercise for that many women… do I have to spell it out? It's not like being in the gym with anonymous women, this is one’s social circle, in gym clothes - all shapes and sizes (some able, some not to do Zumba). Quite hysterical! To a charity event that I organised at a book store with a woman author in conversation with an audience of women to a fashion cocktail party in a designer maison, to another similar event, to tea to lunch!! Almost 7 days and only a tiny amount of respite.

 

I've learnt one thing this week (personally) - if one has nothing nice to say, say nothing! I think it's preferable to damning with faint praise or (last resort) having an out-and-out fight.

 

Was there any fashion this week, I hear you ask? Well yes. I wore my new (bought in November) I know it was early!! Spring outfit 3 times! Hurrah! And on Saturday in my fashion bible the FT Saturday edition talked about quilting for next winter, and guess what? I tried on a quilted evening dress yesterday. It was just for effect (one size too small, thank goodness, cost 3 fortunes!!!) It weighed quite a lot but I must say it looked totally amazing. Now we all know the answer to cold winter nights! A quilted winter strapless gown with enough padding to cheer the most hardened chubby chaser around.

 

So there you have it. Let's hope that this week for me sees more balance of the sexes!

 

How hot was it yesterday?! See - I told you Spring is here.

 

 

Happy dressing...

Fashion Maths (How Clever Do I look Today?)

Dear Friends,

I recently read an article in which the closing quote from a fan of the designer was, "Thank you for making us look intelligent again". This raises many questions in my head.

1. Can clothes make you look intelligent, giving you an impression of a higher IQ?
2. Is this now a preference in dressing?
3. Do we really believe this?

Where to begin? I don't actually know. I spoke to a girlfriend of mine yesterday on this topic. She agreed with the quote, but I disagreed. Now - said girlfriend is not only extremely clever (actually one of the cleverest women I know) but very stylish and extremely well-groomed. So to look at her, would one think this indicated brains and beauty? Yes and No.

Yes, because she is beautiful, but not until one engages in conversation does one then know of her intellect. But some, on viewing said woman may only see someone who is very stylish and well-groomed and judge her as vain, and vanity is often seen as the as the antithesis of clever. So can clothes make you look intelligent? No, is my answer. Does a sombre suit and kitten heels elevate one's IQ? I think not, any more than frills and "pretty" lessen your IQ.

I can see this is an immensely difficult topic and I must say the more I think about it the more I object to it. Sure - judge a person (if you must) on her fashion or style categories but intellect - surely one must first engage in a conversation to judge intelligence?

Whatever I wear, I'm still trying to improve my intellect and as well as studying, if I mix with very clever people I am forced to up my game, no matter who or what I wear. So, the answer is - No. Silly woman for saying that - honestly! (Where is her sisterhood and shouldn't we expect more these days?)

Enjoy Dressing and always continue to learn!

Finally - I saw the sun come out today. OK, I wasn't in London but still I saw it...

Spring is here! Full Steam Ahead!!

Happy Dressing.

Nothing To Wear (more or less)

So, as I sat in bed this morning reading the Financial Times fashion review of London and Milan, I had a thought. Now, I should explain that this is not a thing I've often (if ever) had before! Although I've heard it said, but never believed it - I've nothing to wear. To be more precise, I don't like what I have to wear anymore! Maybe as it's Spring and I'm sick to the back teeth of winter. All the new collections are making me re-evaluate what I have and what is missing. Anyhow, after a quick run through in my mind of my options, I found a look that didn't hurt me too much.

Am I now a woman with a dressing room full of clothes and nothing to wear? Well, obviously no I'm not. It was just a moments insanity and now all is well. Well except (if you've followed me, you'll remember my very old white jeans held together with hope... said hope deserted them. As I tried on a pair of shoes this afternoon I felt a sudden rip across my backside. Yes I know - very In, but in my case the In is now Out. There will be a fitting final ceremony this week. Perhaps I won't cry...

I'm back on an even keel and now on the lookout for New White Jeans. Maybe Gap will be fill my gap? My second white jeans are too awful for words so will be given to the Charity Shop. The same shop I gave a pink Chanel suit, handbag and shoes to many years ago. I promise this suit knew it's way around London and New York I wore it so much. Anyhow, my mother told me to give the outfit to the charity shop (which I agreed with but why the handbag I'll never know). Let someone else have the pleasure now. So if you follow me and you still wear a pink suit - white jeans are on the way.

It's almost stopped raining!!

Happy Dressing...

The Pain Of The Flat

Do I have a problem? The answer dear friends is Yes! This will apply to you as well.

As all you involved people know, the shows are on. Couture has finished now and we're into ready-to-wear (so far, so good). Have you seen? It's everywhere, the Trainer!!!! Out of the gym, out of daywear (with trousers etc). Now it has a place, if we are to believe, in the evening!!

I should point out "I like a flat". I have a collection of Roger Vivier flats in almost every conceivable colour, and up to a year ago wore them every day with different trousers. Not so much now, I prefer a heel. Anyhow, that is not the point. The point is "how do you look with all be it a couture trainer and a dress in the evening? This is most certainly not a look I'm looking forward to!!!

How could they do this to us? How? I'll tell you how! Commerce!! That's how. Yes, I can see it with a full floor-length skirt "Who can see?" But showing? What do you think? Answers on a postcard please. I will try it on in a shop but can it ever be flattering? I'll tell you what it should be and that's comfortable. But who wants comfort? I told my last husband that I had never bought a pair of shoes for comfort (definitely not for agony), only to complement an outfit. He didn't really understand. Men just don't, but you do don't you?

So there you have it. Be warned! It will be coming to a shop near you very soon...

 

Happy Dressing!

 

Has it stopped raining yet ?

Ouch! That Hurts!

Ouch! That hurts! Is it, dear friends, the amount of truly terrible dresses on the (still going) film awards season red carpet? The seeming inability of me (four events in the last two weeks) to get to grips with the 2014 Dress Code (more of that later). Or, the root extraction that I had yesterday and the throbbing pain the dentist said I "might have"?

Well, this year is off to a fine start. I can't watch Fashion Police any more! Well, I can, but mostly from behind the couch. Joan Rivers impersonating Danny La Rue (he understood glamour). She can't get past vulgar and their ideas... don't get me started. Suffice to say she voted Beyonce better dressed at the Grammys than Taylor Swift! I ask you - I was speechless. Google it and see what you think. Awards are all about dress codes, so why am I in such pain?

When it says cocktails, it means cocktails and suitable attire for same. My first event, I even phoned my hostess, "What to wear?" She was wearing a cocktail dress so I thought I would. Yes - it was in an art gallery, but so what? So I donned a very stylish black dress, wore my new (I love them) lime-green/yellow velvet Dior high shoes, bare legs (of course) and a short, black mink jacket. Yes, some, maybe a handful, wore cocktail. The rest, my dear friends, wore jeans and such. Oh, why bother?! So sad.

For the next event I wore my new very wide trousers and a pretty blouse. Same shoes. There were more skinny jeans than I think Selfreidges jeans department own. I could go on, but I won't. Suffice to say Thank Goodness - what I really wanted to wear (my new spring outfit) I've put on twice in my dressing room and then taken off. I've seen no one wear anything near spring colours. And I hate having something new and not being able to wear it. I promise myself now February is here and Spring is around the corner I'll wear it soon.

And my tooth. Well, the painkillers are helping and it will wear off. So I suppose will my fear of getting it wrong (actually, as I write this, I think I was right and they were all wrong) see - now I feel better! There is hope and light at the end of the tunnel.

If only it would stop raining...

Happy Dressing!

Oh No! Awards season!!!

Yes, I know fashion is subjective, and we all beat to a different drum but do we really have to applaud a dress that has more in common with Miss Amazing Smile or Miss Beautiful contestants and not what becomes an actress most. Does wearing a skintight sequined fishtail dress say what an awesome actor you are and that you are ready for your close-up? The darling of the moment, Lupita Nyong'o wore a red cape dress by Ralph Lauren oh-so-similar to the white cape dress worn by Gwyneth Paltrow a while ago. And what? Was this her break-out moment? Only a handful of women to my eyes looked good. Julia Roberts (a shirt under a dress, "how radical!!!!!" Really?) by Dolce & Gabbana looked great. Emma Watson and Jennifer Lawrence both in Raf Simons for Dior looked simply stunning and very current. And... (I'm thinking, don't rush me). No - can't think of anyone else.

And then we have the shoes, and poor old Emma Thompson - tipsy and unable to walk in her ridiculous Christian Laboutin. Given that all the dresses are lent, please tell me that Christian Laboutin is not the only shoe designer available. He of the awful stripper double-platform monstrosities with red soles. Why? Surely there are other shoe designers that can be worn? I must state now I have never owned, or wanted to own, a pair of his shoes and I'm proud of that fact. Trust me - there are some wonderful shoe designers out there and he's not one of them. All of you (like myself, who love to wear high heels) know that nothing gives the game away quicker than a face trying to hide painful feet. Honestly Hollywood, these are not the shoes for you. Please find someone else. Even though some of the dresses are so long. You never see the shoes - move on.

And the jewels. My favourite quote was made by Julian Fellowes (yes, Downton Abbey creator - it always seeps in). He was at an awards ceremony a while ago and he claimed his wife was the only woman there to be wearing her own jewels (how refreshing).

Just a thought - what if all the actresses there had to wear one of their own dresses, or to put it another way had to pay for their clothes? I wonder... ...

Enjoy the Show!

Miss Marple "really"

About a week ago I said to a fashionable friend that I felt Miss Marple (she , super sleuth detective on TV ) was having a moment in fashion. My friend just laughed! are you kidding me? that awful dowdy old fashioned frumpy dressing? Yes I said, not in the literal sense but a more softer feminine way of dressing.      I didn't tell you of my thoughts then (her reaction made me unsure ),maybe I had got it wrong!but this morning my American Vogue thumped on my hall floor and there in black and white  the doyen of AVAnna Wintour  in her"Letter from the Editor" of the forties dress crossing all age divides. Friends I was right all along. (I wont wait next time I promise )

Something about it is now, and I like it. No more of that stupid body con dressing and exposing copious amounts of flesh!who said tight and vulgar  was so it!!!!!. Always a suggestion is more appealing than a blatant obvious offering.

"The Age of Innocence" that most wonderful film by Martin Scorsese staring Michelle Pfeiffer and Daniel Day Lewis . It was set in an earlier time but it certainly proves my point, and the greatest fashion editor of our age Grace Coddington ,of American Vogue  definitely understands my point !

Miss Marple dressing is all around us,the full trousers the long sleeved blouses. Dresses, pleated skirts all below the knee. This is the new new! Enjoy the coverup and liberation it brings.

Happy dressing.

Travelling Light"ish"

Welcome to 2014 .Did you happen to see the holiday installment of "Downton Abbey"? I'm sure a lot of you did. The way they used to travel. Trunks and Trunks and proper sized suitcases and lots of them.

And now! Well dear friends here's the quandary. We all buy clothes (to be more precise Outfits!,with shoes handbags belts and jewelry) and yet the sight of a large suitcase can make most grown men cry never mind the airline (not all) charges.

What are we supposed to do,leave all our wonderful clothes at home ?(I don't think so!) and try to manage in one of those small wheeled cases?My handbag holds more than that.

No dear friends something has to be done.

Dear fashion editors ,please will you stop promoting "The week away in one small case" fashion page. What with shoes, toiletry's and clothes I don't think its possible! The arguments packing would cause (with my last husband!) He like a lot of men, could pack for two weeks in a paper bag!!! I (PACKING NOT MY THING!!! )I could take 16 pairs of shoes for 14 days .Well swimsuits are all different colors shapes and  different shoes are a must!!! (EXCESSIVE ) me never! its not like I take 16 handbags, 4 or 5 will do. So sell us the clothes ,but let us enjoy them on holiday as well.

Happy Packing .