Charlotte Olympia clutch, Roger Vivier shoes - still barely worn.
The best laid plans of mice and women often go awry.
Mum and I had planned to hot foot it out in our suede Viviers but then we had le deluge, what felt like a month's rain in a few hours. I was first alerted to the severity of the situation when, whilst on the phone to mum, a number of rather impertinent raindrops started to splash down upon my head - I was splayed on the sofa at the time.
" Have to go, rain coming in, buckets, must get tarp"
Dress: Phillip Lim
Phew, as if that didn't have me up to hi doh, I then had to find alternative footwear, something more fetching than flippers.
I then smeared myself in lipstick and lipliner; I haven't been out socially for about 6 months and my make up box has lain fallow, I had forgotten that I can go from saint to sinner at the flick of a wrist - that's my party piece.
We set off for Turnberry, every golfer's dream and every golf widow's comfort. When it comes to bricks and mortar and good old architecture, Gleneagles is my favourite hotel in Scotland but its interior and whole ethos now makes it feel like an affluent Butlin's in the Highlands. Turnberry has now usurped it with its quiet stylish elegance.
We went for afternoon tea, alas, although incredibly tasty, they really need to amp up their offerings, presentation and aesthetics; the tier of goodies wasn't even worthy of a photograph, though kudos has to be given to whoever makes the strawberry jam which was superb.
The view from the hotel leads to the beach and Ailsa Craig, a giant stepping stone to Ireland.
Here's mum, in her new glad rags which I road tested in Friday's post, she loved them.
92 and still chasing the men
We raised a glass to my chum, WMM's mum who would have been 78 on Saturday and wish a very Happy Birthday to all of the other Librans out there!
PS. I asked mum for 92 year's worth of life advice:
Mix with the right people
Do the right thing.