THAT, Dear Readers, was the time she and Wicker Wheelie came home last night! They left home at five o'clock, WW laden to his brim with all manner of things. The largest item being something that had been in her family for over forty years!
In the late sixties, when Jaeger clothes were beautifully made using Enlish fabrics, Constance had bought herself a glorious jacket, it was made of multi-coloured Linton fabric, who make a lot of fabrics for Chanel amongst other couture houses and the edges were bound in black woollen braid.
When she went to live in Spain, she left it with her to keep as a jacket for when she came back to visit family and friends in England as it surely wasn't something that she would use on the Costa del Sol. As my mum got older and a little bigger and Constance got old and a little smaller, she lost nearly four inches in height after the accident (another Tale), it was then given to my mum.
Constance was slightly taller than her daughter with a broader back and a larger bone structure. When mum was heavier, it fitted her perfectly but having lost 25 + lbs, when she went to wear the jacket last week, she realised it made her look like 'Orphan Annie' and decided it was time the jacket went to a new home.
Last night she went to dinner with a dear friend, Ann, whom she met through Singing With Dementia and it was to her that mum decided that she would give the, by now vintage, pretty Jaeger jacket.
Along with the jacket in WW were a big bag of empty jam jars, a hostess present and a bottle of Black Seed Oil, for Ann's husband Roy has arthritis.
Clank, clank, off they went and hopped on the little C1 bus which took them to Victoria Train Station, a not too crowded train took them to Streatham Hill Station where Roy picked them up and shortly afterwards, she was at their charming house way up on the hill above Streatham.
She kissed Ann hello and then produced the jacket. "Oh, how pretty" said Ann and tried it on immediately. It was funny, but she looked like Constance for a nano-second, same shape, similar colouring, same height. The colours were perfect and Roy said "that's a glorious fabric ..., what's the story, it's vintage, isn't it?" A true Yorkshireman always knows good cloth when he sees it!
It made her happy to think that a good friend will be wearing this much loved and old family coat, that it wasn't going to sit in her cupboard unworn or given away to a shop where someone would buy it and not take care of the beautiful fabric.. yes, she does get sentimental about the strangest things.
The jam jars were very well received! For Ann is a wonderful jam and jelly maker. She gave mum three jars, Apple and Mint jelly, Quince jelly and Seville Orange Marmalade. Then she gave Ann her hostess gift. A pack of six jars of Pate from Lidl, Duck, Venison, Pork times two of each. They produce them every year around this time and, Dear Readers, they are delicious.
Ann and Roy have just returned from two days in Berlin.. Rosamund, a kind friend who lives there, had been sweet enough to email Ann to give her pointers on what to do and where to go.
After seeing various photos (which she had asked to see), supper was ready, yum-slurp, root vegetable soup with ginger! Oh, just the thing on a cold night with the forecast of freezing temperatures and snow on its' way! Brrr. Then veal escalopes.. beaten and breaded! Ann, Dear Readers, is a SERIOUSLY good cook and they were.. perfect!
A tart Tatine with creme fraiche and coffee and photos of a mini cruise which they had taken just before Berlin which went to Copenhagen, Hamburg and somewhere else. These two take great photos! And as she has been to Copenhagen but not to Hamburg or the other place and they all love architecture, she loved seeing these cities.
She loathes it when people insist on her looking at 'Selfies'.. but these shots of Berlin with external and internal photos of Foster's new dome on the Reichstag kept her happy for many a minute!
Whoops.. look at the time! Eleven o'clock.. hurry scurry.. kisses to Ann, into the car with WW and zoom down the hill to Streatham Hill Station, Roy was kissed and thanked, she caught the train to Victoria, no bus, it was now raining, "come along WW, we're not going to stand here getting wet, we might as well walk home and be there before a bus get's here" and with that, she set off for home.
And passing in front of the Spanish Embassy, she laughed and thought 'what must I look like?', for she was dressed in Ralph Lauren black leather trousers, a chic dog-toothed wool jacket, her favourite Roman black walking shoes, "Thanks Zaira".. walking in the rain pulling a wicker trolley through Belgravia at a quarter to midnight!
And that, Dear Readers, explains why Friday night's post was written on Saturday morning!
GeeGee Parrot.
November 21st, 2015.
Post Script: November 20th, 1975. Death of El Caudillo.. aka General Franco of Spain.
In the late sixties, when Jaeger clothes were beautifully made using Enlish fabrics, Constance had bought herself a glorious jacket, it was made of multi-coloured Linton fabric, who make a lot of fabrics for Chanel amongst other couture houses and the edges were bound in black woollen braid.
When she went to live in Spain, she left it with her to keep as a jacket for when she came back to visit family and friends in England as it surely wasn't something that she would use on the Costa del Sol. As my mum got older and a little bigger and Constance got old and a little smaller, she lost nearly four inches in height after the accident (another Tale), it was then given to my mum.
Constance was slightly taller than her daughter with a broader back and a larger bone structure. When mum was heavier, it fitted her perfectly but having lost 25 + lbs, when she went to wear the jacket last week, she realised it made her look like 'Orphan Annie' and decided it was time the jacket went to a new home.
Last night she went to dinner with a dear friend, Ann, whom she met through Singing With Dementia and it was to her that mum decided that she would give the, by now vintage, pretty Jaeger jacket.
Along with the jacket in WW were a big bag of empty jam jars, a hostess present and a bottle of Black Seed Oil, for Ann's husband Roy has arthritis.
Clank, clank, off they went and hopped on the little C1 bus which took them to Victoria Train Station, a not too crowded train took them to Streatham Hill Station where Roy picked them up and shortly afterwards, she was at their charming house way up on the hill above Streatham.
She kissed Ann hello and then produced the jacket. "Oh, how pretty" said Ann and tried it on immediately. It was funny, but she looked like Constance for a nano-second, same shape, similar colouring, same height. The colours were perfect and Roy said "that's a glorious fabric ..., what's the story, it's vintage, isn't it?" A true Yorkshireman always knows good cloth when he sees it!
It made her happy to think that a good friend will be wearing this much loved and old family coat, that it wasn't going to sit in her cupboard unworn or given away to a shop where someone would buy it and not take care of the beautiful fabric.. yes, she does get sentimental about the strangest things.
The jam jars were very well received! For Ann is a wonderful jam and jelly maker. She gave mum three jars, Apple and Mint jelly, Quince jelly and Seville Orange Marmalade. Then she gave Ann her hostess gift. A pack of six jars of Pate from Lidl, Duck, Venison, Pork times two of each. They produce them every year around this time and, Dear Readers, they are delicious.
Ann and Roy have just returned from two days in Berlin.. Rosamund, a kind friend who lives there, had been sweet enough to email Ann to give her pointers on what to do and where to go.
After seeing various photos (which she had asked to see), supper was ready, yum-slurp, root vegetable soup with ginger! Oh, just the thing on a cold night with the forecast of freezing temperatures and snow on its' way! Brrr. Then veal escalopes.. beaten and breaded! Ann, Dear Readers, is a SERIOUSLY good cook and they were.. perfect!
A tart Tatine with creme fraiche and coffee and photos of a mini cruise which they had taken just before Berlin which went to Copenhagen, Hamburg and somewhere else. These two take great photos! And as she has been to Copenhagen but not to Hamburg or the other place and they all love architecture, she loved seeing these cities.
She loathes it when people insist on her looking at 'Selfies'.. but these shots of Berlin with external and internal photos of Foster's new dome on the Reichstag kept her happy for many a minute!
Whoops.. look at the time! Eleven o'clock.. hurry scurry.. kisses to Ann, into the car with WW and zoom down the hill to Streatham Hill Station, Roy was kissed and thanked, she caught the train to Victoria, no bus, it was now raining, "come along WW, we're not going to stand here getting wet, we might as well walk home and be there before a bus get's here" and with that, she set off for home.
And passing in front of the Spanish Embassy, she laughed and thought 'what must I look like?', for she was dressed in Ralph Lauren black leather trousers, a chic dog-toothed wool jacket, her favourite Roman black walking shoes, "Thanks Zaira".. walking in the rain pulling a wicker trolley through Belgravia at a quarter to midnight!
And that, Dear Readers, explains why Friday night's post was written on Saturday morning!
GeeGee Parrot.
November 21st, 2015.
Post Script: November 20th, 1975. Death of El Caudillo.. aka General Franco of Spain.
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