I gave a drinks party at my home - more entertaining! So let's gets this right. Seven social events in one week and I made a drinks party. Plus, my ordinary life as well. I should point out that when I say I made it, I made it! No caterers - just myself and Pepi my genius waitress (trained at Tony Page). So totally cool in a crisis (unlike Moi!)
Unaccustomed as I am to this much social activity, I made it through with only the faintest signs of wear-and-tear. I'm suffering from one swollen eyelid (too much RapidLash I think). But it's the most brilliant product for those of us not blessed with long eyelashes. A rest, I feel, is needed from this product (does that mean my long lashes will shrivel up? Will report later...)
So how did I do, I hear you ask. Not bad - not bad at all. With a variety of lunches and dinners and only one friend present at all functions, dressing was remarkably easy. Everything was back from alterations or dry cleaners and with lots of gym work, everything fitted and lots to choose from. Only one drawback - my beloved hairdresser Michele decided to go to Italy for the week. So, not a full week of curls. Well not really a drama, but I can tell you that at one point in my life this would have been a Disaster. It's surprising how things change as you get older (don't sweat the small stuff anymore!)
Which brings me to poor, beautiful Uma Thurman. So much has been said and so many column inches devoted to her look on the red carpet in New York last week. I said right from the off that all she'd done was alter her makeup and hair. This is the new look for red lips and I applaud her fashion style. "But No, she must have had surgery, a la Ms Zellweger." Uma had to give an interview to defend herself. As if! I wonder, has anyone one looked at pictures of a young George Clooney and looked at him now? (especially in Speedos) ... No, I bet they haven't. It seems we women are such easy targets these days. You're damned if you do and damned if you don't.
Which brings me to the wife of actor Eddie Redmayne. Hannah Redmayne is on every red carpet with her husband and although not famous, is it necessary to critique her as if she were? When I've seen her she's looked pretty and very put together. Stop having a go! Critique Madge etc. but not someone who's only on camera by default.
Maybe when my eyes are not so swollen I'll try the Red Lip-No Mascara Look. I think I'm a tad old for this, although in my defence this is even before I've done it. Only the young and very fresh-faced need apply...
Did I see any fashion at all these events? Ummmm... I'm thinking... Nothing really stuck out. Still lots of black dressing. Did I add to the black tally? One black, sleeveless cashmere tank and one pair of black cigarette trousers. Not, I hasten to add, worn together. So not bad out of all those events. As I was parking my car in my neighbourhood High Street, a group of four women passed in identical outfits. Black padded jackets, black jeans, black boots. Are they all having identical identity crises? I went to an all-star sale at Sotheby's and on viewing what we were wearing, black was the colour of choice (I should mention that I wore pale grey and winter white). So my question is, have we lost all desire to be individual?
Which brings me neatly to my last note this week. I heard some gossip! About me! One overriding fact that has aways been with me is my loyalty, be it fashion brands, husbands, friends, hairdressers, beauticians - the last being the gossip. I heard recently that I left my last manicurist (we were together at least 20 years) because of the rising cost! I left because I wouldn't stand for her business partners' rudeness and didn't like the other women who frequented the salon at surrounding times to me. So I went somewhere else. But to hear that I left for another reason makes me laugh. And I'm not famous! Can you imagine how horrid it must be to open a paper or magazine and read lies about yourself that the entire population has access to.
Just remember to be careful out there! We all have ears, it's just that some of us are deaf with no memory of what we heard. Which is how fragments turn into truths, turn into gossip.
Lies, lies and damn lies!
Happy Shopping!
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