Tango in the Night

Right that's me done! I'm heading up to York for the Hen now...I am this colour.

(Images via Daily Mail AGAIN)

My hands look radioactive. NO ONE is going to notice my textural issues when they clap their eyes on my palms, my work is done.

And then I'm off to Florence. Normal service will resume a week on Monday. See you then! x

Leave of (Ab)sense

Oh! I am so very late in posting today. I have been very busy watching the You Tubed opening credits of 'Blossom' on repeat for like, the last two hours. I find them bizarrely comforting. Anyway! That's not what I'm here for. We need to discuss your holiday wear. Hmmm.

The need for things with zips and laces and bought from shops called things like 'Itchy Feet' alarms me precious one And that is why for my little holiday I have made sure that I will be spending my time sitting at pavement cafes and sampling the local Tuscan vino, people watching and not very much more. My dress code for next week is Eurotrash all the way. I'm breaking out the gold sandals and the coral and the overly pink nail. I'm going to channel Donatella. You just watch me. I have posted lovely Antoine in honor. Hi Antoine! What are you doing hanging off that mannequin? What's that?....just looking all louche and insouciant? Oh! Well, super. Carry on!

You can wear your layers of variously textured garments safe in the knowledge that when we return you are BOUND to have a much better calf than me though. And we can put on frocks and show it off and get you rehabilitated. And that (almost) makes it worth it.

This is not what we were lead to expect...!

There will never be a time when I won't be excited beyond belief by how we both utterly adore A Room With a View to the extent that we might faint clean away only to be revived by some brooding chap called George wafting smelling salts under our noses and maybe, ever so slightly, loosening our terribly oppressive corsets... sigh!!

Sorry, where was I? Oh yes, Florence! How delightful! I couldn't think of a nicer treat for your birthday. What a lucky girl you are! When I went to Florence I think I was about sixteen and let myself fall fully into the romantic reverie that I was sure would envelop me. As Miss Eleanor Lavish said "A young girl transfigured by Italy. And why should she not be transfigured? It happened to the Gods!"

I'm not sure that I have ever been so excited about going somewhere (which somehow seems a little tragic now). But you will love it! I was young and so had an excuse for looking less than divine, but you must just drip style from your very pores. We must start planning at once!

Oh. Yeah.

Dearest! Such exciting news! I'm orrf to Florence for my 30th! The Head is whisking me away to kiss me in a poppy field.

I am already stressed out about what to pack. (It goes without saying that my mackintosh squares have already claimed their place in my luggage). Expect much deliberation in a similar vein to that which the wedding outfit has received so far. Oh and btw, I'm on the top table for that wedding so I shall deffo go with the bow-on-head thing.

p.s. Do not let ideas of that silly Marc Jacobs hat enter you head after seeing this picture. Just because Lucy Honeychurch and Mary Poppins do it, it doesn't mean it's right.