Gemma Atherton at the Olivier awards! Kate Winslet at the premier of the film A Little Chaos. What do these two fine actresses have in common? Both employed the "let my breasts do the talking for me" rule of dressing! Why Oh Why would either of you go this way?! I suppose Gemma can say, “it got me on the front of many newspapers.” I don't know about Kate - she was only on page ten of The Times but may be in other papers that I didn't see. And there's no such thing as bad publicity. (Really?)
As promised - an update on the Harvey Weinstein story. He will not be facing charges over the "alleged sexual assault" (but we can look out for a former Miss Italy contestant, Ambra Battilana, In one of Harvey's upcoming films - what do you think? Just a thought…) But all is forgiven as he sent his wife a big bunch of flowers for her birthday. You think?! A bunch of flowers?!! Really?!!! Doesn't he own a large percentage of her business? Ah, so that's OK then. A fumble perhaps, equals flowers. And "she feels protective towards him, and doesn't read the bad things about him." Nothing like putting your head in the sand. Just saying… (Francine, you’re so cynical).
Just for the blog I'm watching CSI New York. KKW - who knew she could act?! (sorry, I've just had a sherry - "the new summer drink" - and I'm drunk). I think KKW can act. Well, you should see her angry, lip glossy pout! In America as we speak there is some wonderfully talented actress who can't get a break. So sad... But the producers got me to watch (just for you, of course) a show I'd never watch. So there you have it - success on a plate!
It can't have been one small sherry, but I woke with a monster headache. It wasn't bed-inducing, so this morning I went to a very interesting event which took place at a friend's home. A current affairs class delivered by our own Conservative candidate for Brent Central and the Director of the Henry Jackson Society, Alan Mendoza. This morning he looked at the political manifestos of the four major parliamentary parties. Unfortunately, by the time the class was over I was definitely in need of very strong medication and my bed. Later on, after a long sleep and complete rest and with the headache almost gone, I decided to bring in my summer dresses to my dressing room. A good idea in principle, but in the last wardrobe (which houses the really, really old stuff) I saw an old trouser suit, so I thought I'd try on the trousers. Then a skirt from an equally old skirt suit. Guess what I found out? Neither fit. Either that or being in that wardrobe has shrunk the waists of all my clothes…
I must have been so, so slim. Well, as I already know, when I'm upset I don't eat. Let's just call a spade a spade - I have middle-age spread! What's to be done? I'm definitely going to investigate this phenomenon. Maybe a Mr Pearl basque corset will train my waist to what it once was? But then, where does the fat go? Answers on a postcard… Drum roll please! I know what's happened! It’s the HRT! So it's hot sweats or the above? Anyone who has had bad hot sweats will understand. Middle-age spread every time. And believe me, no-one's ever complained about it!
What do Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights have in common? Just watched both on TV - 19th Century romantic fashion. Now I know what Raf Simons of Dior was watching 2 years ago. There is definitely something gorgeous about this romantic feeling, and talking about gorgeous… I mentioned this skirt some weeks back. A few days ago I tried on the full back bustle skirt from Dior (which I spoke of when talking of big backsides, remember?) It comes with an underskirt that is so stiff and padded it stands on the floor by itself (which is no problem). This, with a very fitted jacket. So very romantic, but where and when I would wear it I've no idea. Any more of these big skirts and dresses in my wardrobe and I'll definitely have to do the loft extension or move! But I love this shape so much. I taken to wearing my Oscar de la Renta full padded skirt. Just loving it and such joy - no Spanx required!
Just one last note. They'll never see the diamonds from the Hatton Garden heist again, but whoever has them, I've always felt that a little tiara, earrings, necklace, bracelet, broach and a ring goes a long way in the romance stakes. Just watching the program "Our Queen." She knows a bit about romance. Just saying… And of course my lips are sealed (only you and I will know where they came from…)
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