Good morning Dear Readers.
WE are early birds here in deepest Knightsbridge for SHE is meeting with Tereza at ten of the clock, then going to search for a pub down in Fulham and HER last task for the day is to go and collect the items SHE took last week to HER old friend in north London.
So WE have broken that norty fast and are giving YOU a small but sweet Tale.
Unless YOU are a new Dear Reader YOU will know that HER parents moved overseas in the spring of 1973 after Hugo was semi paralysed by a stroke in May of the previous year.
Constance had worked in London before they left England. Moving to live in a warmer climate meant she did not need her London clothes with her, so SHE asked her daughter, aka HER, to keep a suitcase for her so that she would have warm and stylish clothes when she came back to visit family or friends. Constance died in 2002.
SHE had completely forgotten this suitcase which has lived on the top shelf in the walk-in cupboard for nearly forty years.
The day before yesterday, whilst SHE was in this cupboard getting the shoes SHE planned to wear yesterday, something made HER look up and there, was the suitcase.
SHE laughed and went to fetch a step ladder. Pulling a smaller bag off the lid of the suitcase, SHE snapped the locks and thought, "good thing mummy did not lock it", the lid was lifted up and SHE looked upon clothes that SHE had last seen about twenty five years ago.
Packed with tissue and lavender was a Loden coat that Constance had bought in Austria in 1971, three pretty Kashmiri embroidered shawls, two skirts, a pair of trousers, two sweaters and a BIG overcoat.
Which is a pure wool, very long, reversible coat. One side is black, the other a black and tan dog-tooth check, a proper overcoat in the truest sense of the word, for it is cut to be worn over jackets.
A beautifully chic coat, the like and style of which YOU cannot buy these days.
SHE steamed it and left it to hang in the bathroom. It smells of lavender and faintly of Constance's signature perfume. Moment Supreme.
SHE looks forward to using the other things as well, SHE cannot wear the skirts or trousers as they are far too tight, Constance was very slim, and SHE needs to lose 15 kilos (gulp) but the coats are perfect as SHE is as tall as HER mother.
SHE wore the dog-toothed overcoat yesterday, it was just what was needed on a dismal, rainy day.
HER friend said "Wow, where did YOU get that coat?", SHE smiled and said, quite truthfully, "MY mother gave it to ME".
GeeGee Parrot.
January 17th, 2014.
WE are early birds here in deepest Knightsbridge for SHE is meeting with Tereza at ten of the clock, then going to search for a pub down in Fulham and HER last task for the day is to go and collect the items SHE took last week to HER old friend in north London.
So WE have broken that norty fast and are giving YOU a small but sweet Tale.
Unless YOU are a new Dear Reader YOU will know that HER parents moved overseas in the spring of 1973 after Hugo was semi paralysed by a stroke in May of the previous year.
Constance had worked in London before they left England. Moving to live in a warmer climate meant she did not need her London clothes with her, so SHE asked her daughter, aka HER, to keep a suitcase for her so that she would have warm and stylish clothes when she came back to visit family or friends. Constance died in 2002.
SHE had completely forgotten this suitcase which has lived on the top shelf in the walk-in cupboard for nearly forty years.
The day before yesterday, whilst SHE was in this cupboard getting the shoes SHE planned to wear yesterday, something made HER look up and there, was the suitcase.
SHE laughed and went to fetch a step ladder. Pulling a smaller bag off the lid of the suitcase, SHE snapped the locks and thought, "good thing mummy did not lock it", the lid was lifted up and SHE looked upon clothes that SHE had last seen about twenty five years ago.
Packed with tissue and lavender was a Loden coat that Constance had bought in Austria in 1971, three pretty Kashmiri embroidered shawls, two skirts, a pair of trousers, two sweaters and a BIG overcoat.
Which is a pure wool, very long, reversible coat. One side is black, the other a black and tan dog-tooth check, a proper overcoat in the truest sense of the word, for it is cut to be worn over jackets.
A beautifully chic coat, the like and style of which YOU cannot buy these days.
SHE steamed it and left it to hang in the bathroom. It smells of lavender and faintly of Constance's signature perfume. Moment Supreme.
SHE looks forward to using the other things as well, SHE cannot wear the skirts or trousers as they are far too tight, Constance was very slim, and SHE needs to lose 15 kilos (gulp) but the coats are perfect as SHE is as tall as HER mother.
SHE wore the dog-toothed overcoat yesterday, it was just what was needed on a dismal, rainy day.
HER friend said "Wow, where did YOU get that coat?", SHE smiled and said, quite truthfully, "MY mother gave it to ME".
GeeGee Parrot.
January 17th, 2014.
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