Wednesday already, and I have begun sorting needs for the coming weekend. A bit of a petrol head event with a group of Alfa Holics touring much of Scotland, from Perth, via the far west, far north and back to Inverness. But I shall attempt to uphold standards and have been playing with possible outfit options for about a week. It is necessary to minimise colour changes, thus minimise footwear choices but there will be a smart evening meal or two, and possible early morning walk/run and or hill walk on final day.
I am watching the weather forecasts and leaning towards white linen trousers (with old oily cars in abundance I may live to regret that.......) alternating with silver grey jeans and a selection of sapphire blue/emerald green and white tops. Collecting a slendilicious new shantung silk jacket (a bit funky) from a dressmaker/designer friend on Friday so that may feature large. Evening could be silver crinkle trouser suit or white linen dress and as I do love the maxi dress and have one in white and blue that may be packed also for day or evening. I am Sooooooo very shallow and terribly vain.
Lady readers may understand the need to arrange and decide jewellery, shoes, belts and in terms of the propensity to white linen, flesh tones smooth undies.
Or..................... I might go all vintage. The cars we are taking are from the mid 1980’s and I do not think I have much of that vintage – all dynasty, pouting, peplums and shoulder pads. I do however have a growing wardrobe or both original and copied/made to measure lovelies from the 1940’s and 50’s. Now would that be fun. All Italian Riviera, Rolls Royce Corniche Tourissimo, Cary Grant and Audrey excess. Hmmmmmm. Watch this space.
Two items on news have been challenging me today. In some ways they are interlinked.
One is the BIG Society being driven at buy our new coalition government. I wonder vaguely that we used to have one of those. We cared for our own. Blood and birth place/location welded people into communities who helped and supported without the need for money to change hands.
And summer holiday child care costs. I muse about the fairly drastic change in lifestyle, progress they call it, whereby children are no longer able to make their own entertainment (Yes, I know that is a broad and tarry brush) and everything we do has to have a price attached. I may expand on this because I am not sure we have a particularly healthy balance yet . It is late and my logical cell has gone to sleep.
Mim and I are missing you on the Newsnight blog, so I though I would pop in here. But the trail is, at best, warm.
ReplyDeleteMay we have some pics of the cars please Carol?
The official court photographer sadly has a day job so the piccies (including Scotland's most photographed layby and beach) have been a bit delayed. They will, I am assured, be along shortly. Then I just have to figure out how to upload onto this site. Just can't get the staff sometimes.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, I have cooled off a bit on this and other sites of late. I cite grey matter malaise as well a certain sense of pointlessness. Sorry. Oh, and work, and home (my boys are all here so playing mummy big time) and work and job hunting and ........ )