I have been considering what impact La Collins should have on my life and have concluded that it should be minimal, except that I may find myself reading this excellent article every once in a while. For one thing, it is extremely entertaining. ("I would certainly never dream of wearing jeans to the Ritz or to any of the restaurants I frequent. However, I did wear them recently on a movie and dinner outing with my husband, Percy, daughter Tara and her two children in Weston-Super-Mare.") For another, I find the Femail sidebar there on the right to be an excellent way to waste as much time as you like and probably a little more. It's also instructive and educational if you are like me and don't know who any of the celebrities are.
Now, to the meat of my post. I have ill-advisedly come into the possession of two pairs of high heeled shoes, both beautiful, both chunky but glamorous, both somewhat more open than a hobnailed hiking boot, which is the preferred item of footwear to keep my toes from perishing. I am a person who is perpetually cold of extremity. (I am wearing five layers as I write.) My fingers and toes are usually a shade off gangrenous through cold. Problem: I want to wear some pretty but unwarming shoes on the occasion of my birthday, but wish to conserve the use of my feet. I know there are young and/or slim mover-and-shaker types who combine open toes with brightly coloured hosiery, but I'm not sure I'm one of those. Suggestions?
I'm a bit of a saddo as I forgot my birthday was on Thursday (duh). I have a special dinner planned but neglected to arrange anything for the lonely daytime. I could sit home watching Saturday Night Live dvds and eating crisps
...actually that sounds okay (what with it being the first series, original cast, Gerald Ford jokes, etc....
but thought I should stop being so lame and find something fun and memorable to do.
Thus and ergo, I am travelling down to delightful Hastings to visit my friend of many moons and moods, the delightful MT. I'm hoping to engage in cocktails, nice lunch and/or some sort of cakes-and-tea scenario. Any recommendations?
To conclude, I invite you to ponder this message. You are most welcome.
*There are so many wonderful words synonymous with 'ruction' that it became a dispiriting task to exclude any. Fracas, anyone? Melee?**
**I love that I can use the thesaurus and dispense with any original thinking!
hello again! i do love jc's attitude. i had no idea she was such a nifty lady (i just rummaged around my brain looking for the right adjective and "nifty" ain't it but it's the best i can do at this point in the evening). i fully agree with her re: blubber hanging out of low rise jeans and angelina jolie. everyone else just looks the same. it's like a freaking barbie convention punctuated by the kardashian klan and the alien twins and because i have no television i don't even know who any of these people are nor do i care.ReplyDelete
so, quoting joan collins, huh? i like.
oddly enough, i sound drunk but i am not. i hope that's ok (the sounding, not the not being).
You just (figuratively) knock yourself out. We at this establishment highly value the effects of alcohol, especially the whimsical state of mind.ReplyDelete
Do like the word melee - and I do like Joanie in spite of the fact that she's a Cameron supporter. Re: Hastings, have a lovely time and don't bother with the pier, it was burnt down by arsonists weeks ago!ReplyDelete
What can one say of Ms. Collins? She's an icon and dwells in a bygone age which is appealing in one way and unappealing in another. As a 'mo growing up in the 80's she was just perfect as Alexis on Dynasty. I fondly remember her glass desk with the elephant tusk legs...the article in the Daily Mail is priceless...I wish there was a pic of Joan as a teenager sitting in the tube shrinking her jeans...Whatever happened to her short lived makeover show Joan Does Glamour...in the clips I saw she without irony talked about how she learned to put on makeup from Marilyn Monroe's makeup artist and she still follows his regimen...um ok...and the contestants were all poor souls...it was sort of funny, but in a mean way...alas poor Joan...ReplyDelete
I know this was not a post about Ms. Collins specifically but all I can say is I hope you didn't wear jeans on your birthday when you went to the Ritz for afternoon tea...
Yes, I am in two minds about Joan. She obviously sees herself as an arbiter of classic style and beyond the petty whims of fashion; in truth her day has come and gone and she seems to be trying to extend her sell-by date by badmouthing the 'starlets' who are subject to the same weird misogynistic Hollywood criteria which put her out of business.
But sometimes she says quite amusing things, even if it is for all the wrong reasons.