Woo hoo! I have received my first clothes parcel! Well, perhaps one garment doesn't quite count as a parcel, but I'm delighted with it. I was tipped off in advance by my oldest friend (we met when we were 6) that she'd be visiting and bringing a clothes parcel. Socks, I thought. She's read my blog and she's bought me a pack of sports socks. How kind.
But no! Here's what she gave me:
That is one LOUD coat. Roses that size are normally seen on carpets. But then, I'm a fairly loud sort of personality. Never knowingly understated. It's by Ann Louise Roswald, and I think it's made of raw silk, but I can't see a care label anywhere. Bound to be dry clean only. On this rare occasion I shall take that seriously, as it looks hand dyed. It's also a perfect fit, and that might well be jeopardised by flinging it in the washing machine.
When am I going to wear it? As it turns out, evensong this afternoon might have been a good contender. Their Royal Highnesses the Duke and Duchess of Gloucester were in the cathedral for our celebration of the Queen's Accession. A good deal of fine millinery and Ascottery was on display; as well as the usual parade of uniforms, frills, ruffles and bling that get dusted off for civic occasions. Fortunately I was in a skirt and little tweed jacket not jeans. But the fab new coat would have been even better. Never mind, I shall save it. One of my concerns at the beginning of this year was the unexpected posh do requiring an entire new outfit which I'd be unable to buy. Now I have something in reserve. Hoorah for clothes parcels and old friends!
Here's the designer's website: http://www.annlouiseroswald.com/index.html
Wow! What a generous friend - and what a lovely coat....ReplyDelete
I'd keep the underlayers quite plain - black or a (very) dark blue, or whatever the darkest colour in the print is. I'd wear a straight skirt of wool crepe trousers, and I might fill in the neck if I needed something, and I would go for a silk scarf in the same green as the leaves, or the same fuchsia as the flowers.
Off to repent of extreme jealousy now.
Or I'd throw it on over jeans and hope....
Now you can wear that glorious rosy coat for the Dean's Coronation in Liverpool in the autumn. Make sure it doesn't get lost in the move!!! Good luck. Stephen P.ReplyDelete