Monday, 14 December 2015

Winter White and Clingfilm ( or Francine on a Night Out... probably)

I was papped (as in a Style photographer shot me in Sloane Street).

I don't know if I told you about my M&S sale find - £20! The sludge green, paisley, size 24 dress with long sleeves that had been taken in twice (the alterations cost more than the dress) over my winter white trousers. It's a complete winner and with my dark green mink jacket balanced on my shoulders - need I say more?! So this morning, debuting my new suit I put on black ankle socks with black suede shoes. This look resembles the high-heeled version of the pixie boots but without the price tag. And what do you know? I loved the look! Embracing all these new looks is such fun and I wholeheartedly recommend trying all this.

Seems many of you agree with the divorce dressing and whether husband- or wallet-hunting, these women definitely exist.

Am I the only one who hates looking at clothes on the web? A small thumbprint of a cardigan or a dress. That's just not what you want. Please, please stop. If I want to see clothes (and this I like doing - hence my blog) I'll go and see them in a shop. But now, as soon as you visit a site they grab your email and loads of other people join in the hunt for shoppers. I'm sick to the point where I don't want to turn on my phone or check my email. "Fashion Harassment" I'm calling it, and now on Facebook too. And obviously I click the links on Vogue or Harpers - just more pictures. Who knows - maybe one day soon there'll be another picture of Moi! You can keep it to yourself if you see it first.

So, good to my word, as soon as I'd picked up the intrepid Mrs Shiffer (my Mother to you and I) from Kings Cross, off we went to view some dresses for next year. Well I tried with the dark blue brocade cocktail. It could have worked on someone else. Tried on a black version. No. Then they bought out a winter white, long, bias cut gown. With the blonde hair and a huge smile that had invaded my face - it was so beautiful! Thinking. Definitely thinking... Imagine bias cut cream or Winter White or whatever you want to call it. It's so wonderful and of course it just couldn't be the same price as the blue could it? I leave you to figure that out…

Just watched Micheal Kors pre-fall 2016 show. What a clever man! Or should I say,"what will he do without Raf Simons at Dior, never mind a smattering of Ralph Lauren." He's a fashion magpie, taking the best from here and there. He's just opened a flagship store next to Dior on Sloane Street and every time I've passed it (as they've taken to open-planning the whole shop a la YSL - see: magpie again), I've never seen anyone in it - just some bored assistants. But that doesn't matter as he sells shedloads of handbags in his Michael (read mid-priced range). Quite why I don't know. Of course I know why, it's in the pricing - “Midprice.” But, there you have it. Thinking about open plan shopping - who wants the whole world watching you selecting clothes? Not me, that's for sure and Marni have also adapted this style of voyeuristic shopping. Maybe they think it taps into the showman/exhibitionist  in their clients. Definitely not for me. But as we know from other posts, there are some out there who adore this mode of shopping - "Everyone look at me!"
OK thats definitely the last time I try on the Winter White gown. Three times - yes, three times and each time it looks better. But who am I? I'm not Marilyn Monroe singing “Happy Birthday Mr President." Can I really stand up and introduce my charity dinner in a goddess gown. And you know me with flying food (I'm a magnet). So no, I haven't bought it. But I can't say I've stopped thinking about it...

I had a little accident during the week. I was changing a tea light and the one I was changing was full of wax. Hot wax everywhere. My mahogany table! My beautiful bag! And my cocktail dress!! So yesterday I got some brown paper bags for the spots on my dress (a warm iron and hopefully the wax will lift into the paper). The table was cleaned with much elbow grease and an old credit card. The handbag has to go to the Handbag Hospital. No it doesn’t! I used the brown paper bag and some heat. All is well now! The handbag hospital - it does exist! And I'm thinking of Winter White!

As if by kismet I found myself in Marylebone High Street. I know you all love this area - a bit like Primrose Hill. All quaint and village-like. Somehow I don't get it, but maybe that's just me. Anyhow, back to the story. As luck would have it I parked outside Matches so I popped in. Not a store that I like particularly, but never mind. I went to have a look at their cruise offerings and what do you know?! Winter white/cream was everywhere. You know where this is going… My Goddess Gown! Maybe... Just maybe... (Oh Francine get a grip. We've had this talk). I know, I know but… Probably to be continued.

I took a style leap. I wore a big black cashmere cardigan over my full black cocktail dress. I did try the silver socks with silver strappy shoes, but my sister said that they were a style tip too far. Still not convinced! Gucci pre-fall 2016 continues on the “Granny Takes An Acid Trip Into The Dressing-Up Box." Full of fun, colour and print. Geek styling with humour and wit! This mishmash has no evidence of disappearing. Which is good, isn't it?

I'm just reading the weekend FT and the magazine has a feature on Women of 2015, which has me thinking - who are my Women of 2015? Tricky… very tricky!

I gave a ladies lunch at my home this week for the charity Langdon (I'm dinner chair) and on thinking of the women in the room… I’m actually thinking of renaming it for next year “Women of 2016” and they'll all be contenders for the title. Many of my guests have been major achievers during this last year, whether as dinner chairs or art philanthropists, business or family. I am surrounded by women who continue to achieve great things on a daily basis - so you are all my Women of 2015! Congratulations!!

Happy Shopping

F   XX

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