Years ago, I remember being in Harvey Nichols and trying on a Lanvin black dress, which in itself was very nice but I thought it was a bit too “intelligent" in style. No, it couldn't work a laptop or understand the "Greek Problem" but after years as a Dolce Girl this seemed to me the antithesis of my dressing, so back it went on the rail. Not until this week have I come across this sentence again. On describing the Dior Couture Show on Monday, Seema from Dior's head office described the collection as "intellectual fashion." Not (I hasten to add) that it makes you look clever, but that it makes you think and want to go and look at art - pictures in galleries. Whilst watching the show I could see the art influences and where it was coming from and this, for me, was very heartwarming. You’re asking, "how can a fashion show be heartwarming? Well it showed to a very well-trained eye, beauty from the past. A softness in approach to women, and it followed my thought, which for me is always a plus. It evoked an era when women looked like women, not men, and still very much had the Dior signature. And just to add, I want to go to the National Gallery. An early advocate of this soft dressing was Andy Murray’s wife Kim Sears wedding dress, which came in for some criticism on her big day, but which I applauded for its softness in style and presence!
As I write this, an article in The Times has caught my eye. The article is about Cos (the fashion retailer in Regent Street) - all the fashion editors go there! (Of course they do, darling). I've been to this store and never bought anything (save a long-sleeved white T). I don't want to look like a Swedish architect even though, you remember, I might have Swedish roots. It has no softness, no apparent beauty, no romance. Who am I kidding - I can be Lady Guinevere any day. Just got to get the hair right!
Never mind all that. Today is packing day! Yes, I'm off on my summer vacation with the intrepid Mrs Shiffer (my mother, I only hope I can keep up. But that's another story!)
Packing... Where to begin? That, in a nutshell, is the problem. I'm only happy if I'm shlepping everything (Sherpas required). Unfortunately we're going steerage and only have 23 kilos each (my mistake!). For my mother - no problem. For me - don’t get me started. I only hope my scales (which I never use) are correct or I'll be flying without wings!
Will be reporting back on my return in two weeks. ’Til then, keep warm, keep dry and always remember to smile!
Happy Shopping
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| Steerage: I told Mummy to take her phone with her. If you can spot her, please let me know where she is! |
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