Off out with Stephanie today, a visit to the V&A. A coffee and share a bun in their cafeteria which surprisingly was not as expensive as I thought and their food looked as delicious as it was reasonable. My biggest error was confusing the V&A with the British Museum when searching for some exhibits LOL Still as Stephanie said, British Museum next week. After our stroll round it off for lunch at Pizza Express in Beauchamp Place and very nice too and oh the shops, the frocks. Post lunch we take a stroll around Harrods, oh my days, the jewellery, the shoes, the Gina shoes especially these ones and as for those Dior boots with the embroidery. Rather underwhelmed by Jimmy Choo but then I always am and surprisingly the same by Christian Lamboutin. There was sooo much and as for that red fur coat at £11,800 ! To get ourselves back to earth we went home........ by bus LOL
Photo day tomorrow with the lovely Claire with Mamselle Maz for Prong Jewellery.
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Tuesday, 1 October 2013
Thursday, 6 June 2013
Walkabout
Well eventually I girded up my lallies and got myself out and about in the Ted Baker frock. There I am sat sitting there watching the world go by as you do when the little old lady next to me asks me about my bracelets. I've been sitting here she says looking at them and realised they are made of safety pins with beads threaded on them. Yes I say. I think about the next bit before I say oh my partner made them. Well I didn't want her thinking strange thoughts if I said my wife had made them.
Off the bus at Selfridges and a nice wander. Searched the food hall for some hibiscus tea to no avail, I wonder where, apart from Fortnums or Harrods I can get some. I do a tour of perfumery. I'm looking for a palette of eyeshadows. I don't want separate pots but apart from Revlon no one except Chanel seems to do them. Well I know MAC does but they have far too many colours and are aimed at makeup artists. It doesn't help that I'm appaulingly colour blind so I need help with colour co-odination. Then its up the escalator to Womens fashions and the shoe department. Oh those Gina shoes. So shparklay and dainty and oh so expensive. Far to much for an OAP like me and the same goes for these delish offerings....
Selfridges done I venture into Oxford Street. Its getting crowded as midday aproaches. I pop into John Lewis. Up to Womens fashions. They have the Ted Baker frock I love but not the matching handbag which is disappointing for me but not my bank balance. I go up to the fourth floor and into haberdashery to see if they have any nice summer material and they have, one, that is all that takes my fancy, that is until I see this bolt of white lace with hand embroidered daisies and beads. Still at £300 a metre I can't see a frock being made from it. I go up to the fifth floor, a quick look at the Nikon lenses, mmm the 18-105 looks rather tasty. I leave before I spend. Off to luggage. With the reduction in size of hand luggage by airlines it would seem a good idea to get two medium sized cases and pay for them to go in the hold and to be hands free.
So I exit John Lewis and into a hot and sunny Oxford Street, stroll along with the lunchtime crowds and dive up St Christophers Place and into Selfridges via Miss Selfridge. I get waylaid by the Ted Baker concession, again not only no handbag but no frock either! I cut through the food hall and into Marks and Spencer. A troll through womens fashions and I see a larger than lifesize picture. An absolutely gorgeous jacket, white with small flowers. Off I go on a hunt, twice round the Per Una department and........ nothing. Why oh why do shops do this, its isn't the first time and I bet it won't be the last, it is sooo infuriating! Aaaanyway I make my way up to fashions on the next floor and nothing takes my fancy so its down to the basement to get something for lunch. Mmmmm a NY deli pastrami sandwich and a little drinkie and its off to the bus stop and home. So I'm sat sitting there, as you do, on the bus, munching, and I think do I carry on to Brent Cross or not? No, go home and go by car, that will make it easier to get back. I'm about to leave when I hear the front door open. Madame has returned. After telling her of my adventures of course I've gone off the idea of Brent Cross and retreat to the garden.
Off the bus at Selfridges and a nice wander. Searched the food hall for some hibiscus tea to no avail, I wonder where, apart from Fortnums or Harrods I can get some. I do a tour of perfumery. I'm looking for a palette of eyeshadows. I don't want separate pots but apart from Revlon no one except Chanel seems to do them. Well I know MAC does but they have far too many colours and are aimed at makeup artists. It doesn't help that I'm appaulingly colour blind so I need help with colour co-odination. Then its up the escalator to Womens fashions and the shoe department. Oh those Gina shoes. So shparklay and dainty and oh so expensive. Far to much for an OAP like me and the same goes for these delish offerings....
Selfridges done I venture into Oxford Street. Its getting crowded as midday aproaches. I pop into John Lewis. Up to Womens fashions. They have the Ted Baker frock I love but not the matching handbag which is disappointing for me but not my bank balance. I go up to the fourth floor and into haberdashery to see if they have any nice summer material and they have, one, that is all that takes my fancy, that is until I see this bolt of white lace with hand embroidered daisies and beads. Still at £300 a metre I can't see a frock being made from it. I go up to the fifth floor, a quick look at the Nikon lenses, mmm the 18-105 looks rather tasty. I leave before I spend. Off to luggage. With the reduction in size of hand luggage by airlines it would seem a good idea to get two medium sized cases and pay for them to go in the hold and to be hands free.
So I exit John Lewis and into a hot and sunny Oxford Street, stroll along with the lunchtime crowds and dive up St Christophers Place and into Selfridges via Miss Selfridge. I get waylaid by the Ted Baker concession, again not only no handbag but no frock either! I cut through the food hall and into Marks and Spencer. A troll through womens fashions and I see a larger than lifesize picture. An absolutely gorgeous jacket, white with small flowers. Off I go on a hunt, twice round the Per Una department and........ nothing. Why oh why do shops do this, its isn't the first time and I bet it won't be the last, it is sooo infuriating! Aaaanyway I make my way up to fashions on the next floor and nothing takes my fancy so its down to the basement to get something for lunch. Mmmmm a NY deli pastrami sandwich and a little drinkie and its off to the bus stop and home. So I'm sat sitting there, as you do, on the bus, munching, and I think do I carry on to Brent Cross or not? No, go home and go by car, that will make it easier to get back. I'm about to leave when I hear the front door open. Madame has returned. After telling her of my adventures of course I've gone off the idea of Brent Cross and retreat to the garden.
Sunday, 14 April 2013
Going posh innit
Well another two days of wanderings. Off to Brent Cross on Saturday. I know on a Saturday would you believe but nothing gets in our way. Today sees us taking trans upmarket big stylee, Knightsbridge. Harrods and Harvey Nicks no less. Oh the frocks, oh the shparklay jewels but mostly oh the frocks and the Christian Louboutin shoes... delish. Well we all know Stephanie and I could spend in the hundreds on an ordinary window shopping trip it was just the same except multiplied by 100, with some frocks running at around £4.5k it wouldn't be difficult.
It seems that there is an age of people that makes them able to spot us 'gurlz'. Entry into this clique seems to be about 12 and goes on until about 17. I suppose it is their preoccupation with image and that of other people that tunes them in to us, we and all those around us are not just looked at but inspected and either are approved of or dismissed or in our case gawped at. Of course we get spotted quite easily but outside this club the staring is quite unusual, mild approval or otherwise is fairly common but in the main we are ignored as people have better things to do. It is a constant source of amusement to me that other 'gurlz' take exception to being spotted and 'go off on one'. Come on please, for one you are a bloke in a frock and your response is 'male' i.e. oi you what are you looking at? Get real girls.
It seems that there is an age of people that makes them able to spot us 'gurlz'. Entry into this clique seems to be about 12 and goes on until about 17. I suppose it is their preoccupation with image and that of other people that tunes them in to us, we and all those around us are not just looked at but inspected and either are approved of or dismissed or in our case gawped at. Of course we get spotted quite easily but outside this club the staring is quite unusual, mild approval or otherwise is fairly common but in the main we are ignored as people have better things to do. It is a constant source of amusement to me that other 'gurlz' take exception to being spotted and 'go off on one'. Come on please, for one you are a bloke in a frock and your response is 'male' i.e. oi you what are you looking at? Get real girls.
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