Couture Pour Moi
This morning I’m over excited. I’ve packed the Munchkin and the Husband off for a Saturday morning swimming session and have just enjoyed my first peaceful cappuccino in over a week. Flying high on my caffeine buzz I now plan to shower and dress at the speed of lighting as I’ll shortly be hauling my ass to V and A to check out their ‘Golden Age of Couture’ exhibition, which opens today.
I am beside myself with anticipation. Christian Dior’s pink satin and sequin shoes are first on my hit list, followed closely by Givenchy’s ‘Les Muguets’ evening dress. As I sit and type I’m practically tachycardic. With pieces from Balenciaga, Pierre Balmain, Norman Hartnell and of course the wonderful Dior, I think I’m in for a treat.
On practically being pushed out of the front door, the Husband begged me to heed his final words - “remember the time your Grace Kelly phase ? That red lipstick made you look like one of those old ladies who smell of lavender, and who’ve completely lost ability to apply any sort of make up over the years. You still sometimes over do that stuff on your cheeks”.
So I’m going to enjoy myself this morning but avoid any retail outlets on the way home.