Destination Saint Lucia. With snow on the path at home I packed tropical print bikinis, cool kaftans for sipping rum cocktails in and bright hues of nail varnish to raise the temperature.
Packing light and bright with bikinis and sun dresses, I left all heels and sequins at home like a shrine to transvestitism.
With a Marley soundtrack I explored smugglers coves…
I inherited expensive tastes from my grandmother 'Sally' who I project as a slideshow as a slideshow of elegance. I remember houndstooth check skirts, shiny court shoes and Chanel perfume, coiffed hair and singing 'supercalifragilistic' together in the lounge looking out of the bay window into the drizzly northern sky.
I recently shopped in Burberry and swanned…Continue
The next generation of whispy blonde Mossiness is waiting in the wings. Charlotte Moss, Kate's 13 year old half sister is as fresh faced as Kate's first appearance in 'that' Calvin Klein campaign way back when. Seen here…Continue
When I was a little girl an old French nun taught me to lace make, not proficiently but enough to make a pattern. I was probably 11 and I was transfixed on the delicate dance of the wooden bobbins as she demonstrated how to weave her magic black web. There is something dark and gothic about black lace and to see a nun in a rocking chair making this sensual fabric in…Continue