Showing posts with label Clementine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clementine. Show all posts

Wednesday, 10 July 2013

Written in black and white


You lot make me laugh!

I'm glad to know you are an assertive, feisty bunch who don't like being ripped off, by a charity shop or anyone else.

No, I didn't buy the items with the inflated price tags. 
Yes, I asked why they were double the price of other equivalent items.
I received a shrug as my answer.
No, I couldn't be bothered to ask to see the manager (plenty more belts and brooches in the sea of charity shops) but Oxfam, I name and shame you, and you lost a sale. I would never haggle in a charity shop, but I don't have a problem with pointing out inconsistent pricing.

 So that's that - now let's move on. 
 

I wore the same skirt two days running - an unusual event for me!
 



This skirt was on the sale rail in my local hospice charity shop - it's from the dreaded Primark, but at a quid, I thought I could justify it. 

Yesterday was sunny and hot;
 



today was not.
 


 
We have already covered the camouflaging qualities of a maxi, but they also do a great job of keeping you cool when the weather is hot, and warm when it isn't.



Yeah yeah, I know - the little polka dot vest underneath is actually navy. I thought it was black till I saw the photos. I may be a bit colour blind. Which would explain a lot.


Now having an hourglass figure with quite wide hips (no self-disparagement intended, just an honest assessment of my body shape), I apparently shouldn't wear horizontal stripes or a gathered skirt.



Styling advice for anyone considered broad, large framed, big and large, courtesy of a 1977 Jackie annual.

Hmm, well, I'm not terribly good at taking advice, so stripes and gathers it is.
 
So there.
 



Jersey maxi skirt, top, bangles, red flower - charity shopped
Sandals - retail (ancient - forgot I had them, rediscovered them in the bottom of the wardrobe)
Black flower - gift from 100% gorgeous Sarah
Red wooden bangle (I wear it to death) - gift from darling Tania
Sunglasses - Ebay




Vest, white shirt and Rocket Dog canvas flats - charity shopped
 


 I was having a bit of a shitty day today* till this arrived;
 


 
a parcel of blogger love from my dearest Clare, containing a beautiful Monsoon jacket and two chic shift dresses, and...



...this magnificent portrait of Clementine, at her sneering and sardonic bitchfaced best!

I love it all, Clare - thank you, darling!
 
 
*My shitty day?
 
We woke up this morning to find our shy sweetheart of a cat Willow had a horrendously swollen eye.
I mean horrendous - a red, inflamed third eyelid all the way across, her face puffed out, it looked as though her eye was about to explode. I'm not particularly squeamish but oh dear, it did look nasty.

I rushed her off to the vet; something has scratched her eye quite badly which has become infected - she was fine yesterday, it must have happened in the night.
 
Anyway, she has had an injection of an anti-inflammatory and painkiller, and antibiotic eyedrops,  and it's looking slightly better this evening. 
 
But I have learnt that cats - much like children - do not like eye drops.
 
And I am supposed to put lubricating drops in her eye 6-8 times a day, as well as the antibiotics.
 
She is not a happy girl, and neither am I.
 
The 2-hourly eye drops meant no volunteering at school today, and more importantly, no Chesterfield tomorrow - disaster!
 



Hopefully Willow will be back to normal soon.
 
Cats - they are more trouble than the kids!
 
   xxxx


 
 
 


Friday, 14 June 2013

My darling Clementine


My alter ego, Mme le Derriere, is rather a monster. 

She's rude, egocentric, a hypocrite, a snob, and a bully.

Is it bad that I rather like being her, now and again?




My Clementine photo shoot for this month's amazing edition of Vogoff  (thank you, Melanie, you did a brilliant job putting it all together) was done on location at Chatsworth House in Derbyshire, seat of the Duke of Devonshire. 

I cavorted about in the grounds of the estate, much to the incomprehension of the resident sheep, passing dog walkers and ramblers, and the coach parties arriving for their visit to one of the finest stately homes in England. 

I blame these two...
 



... Joanne and Sue, chauffeur and PA respectively.




Sue brought a bag of props...




... made me do this face repeatedly...
 

...see?..



 
...and played her role as the hapless Jacinta, downtrodden and put-upon PA, to absolute perfection.
 





 
That's right, dear - once you've kissed my arse, you'd better dust it.



Clementine is a strict and demanding employer.
 





Ahh, what it is to have a country retreat where one can escape the rigours of city life and enjoy the rural idyll.
 
 
 


I posed on the folly...



 

...pulled faces while using multiple props...





...with many feathers...




...and made Art, darling.




Clementine does like to toot her own horn.




We had such a good laugh, despite the freezing cold and windswept conditions.





See? 

No one really knows how hard it is being Clementine.





The Dream Team in the Tunnel of Love.





Thanks, ladies, I couldn't have done it without you.



1950s brocade jacket - Second to None
1980s taffeta maxi skirt - gift from fabulous Cover Girl Shelley 
Shoes and bangles - charity shopped
Mini hat - gift 
Feather boa, parasol, telephone receiver, frame, horn and peacock feathers - loaned by Sue
Feather duster - Clementine's own




 


The End.

  xxxx